#i wrote this in ten minuets and have not read it back

[atlasdoe]

found out today that there are two other "cannon" McKinnons, who were both kidnapped and killed during the first war so I took this as an opportunity to be mean to Marlene. Enjoy :)

“Marlene.”

It was the loudest she had heard her mother speak since her father died. The only way Marlene knew for sure that it was her mothers voice speaking to her was the sad tone that she spoke in. Her mother was the only person Marlene knew who could be that numb.

Imogen McKinnon sat at the kitchen table, bent over herself and staring at the tiled floor. On the table was a letter and a half drank bottle of wine.

Marlene’s heart began to sink as she carefully stepped towards her mother. “Is something the matter?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

Imogen looked up at her and sniffled before quickly whipping her nose with her sleeve and motioning to the letter. “Angus and Elspeth were found this morning,” she replied. “They’re both dead.”

Marlene’s lips curled as she tried to keep her face straight. Angus and Elspeth were now the fifth and sixth members of the McKinnon family to have been killed and they were only seven years older than her. They had both become Aurors after graduating Hogwarts and aside from Marlene’s own father became the most successful members of the family. When they disappeared it was reported that a likely reason was because The Dark Lord wanted them in their ranks. Clearly, if that had been true they had refused, and Marlene couldn’t tell if she was relieved at the news or not.

Still, no matter the reason, six of her family members had now been killed during the war, and it was too much for Marlene to ever consider it a coincidence. Looking into her mothers eyes, Marlene knew she felt the same. Which made her plea harder to deny.

“You have to stop this,” Imogen said plainly. “I know that you think you’re doing what's right but you’re only putting our family in more danger.”

“We’re all being killed off and you want me to quit the Order?”

“Yes,” she replied. “I want you to stop this nonsense.”

“It’s not nonsense!” Marlene almost yelled. “It's a resistance started by Albus Dumbledore! We’re helping!”

“You are helping nobody!” Her mother bellowed, standing up as Marlene crossed her arms. “I know that you think you’re saving the world but you are not. You are not an Auror. You are a twenty year old unemployed girl who thinks she's invincible but you're not.”

“I'm an adult Ma,” Marlene said, trying her hardest to keep her tears in. “People my age are getting married – Two of my friends are pregnant!”

“And they’re stupid for doing so but I did not raise you stupid!”

“You didn’t raise me at all!”

Imogen deflated and shook her head. “We’re not doing this now,” she said softly. “This isn’t the time for grudges–”

“Grudges?”

“This is the time for you to be responsible and put your family before your silly little fantasies of being like your father.”

“This isn't about Dad. This is about – Protecting people – Protecting my family; my siblings.”

“You're going to get them killed!”

Marlene paused and stared at her mother as if she would take it back. She knew she wouldn't. Her mother had never believed in Marlene's ability to keep her younger siblings safe but it wasn't as if she was doing any better.

“I've been keeping them safe for twelve years,” Marlene said in a hushed tone. “I've been doing a good job so far.”

“You have no idea what it's like –”

“I'VE GIVEN UP EVERYTHING FOR THEM!” she yelled, refusing to feel guilty at the way her mother flinched. “And I will continue to do so. I know that you don't understand but I am doing this to keep them safe!”

“All four of them are at Hogwarts right now while you're here. How is that keeping them safe?”

“They're safe at Hogwarts. In the meantime I'm preventing this war from continuing once they're back.”

Imogen sighed and dropped back down into her chair. “They are after us,” she whispered so quietly Marlene didn't know if she was supposed to hear it. “It's only a matter of time before they come to us.”

“I won't let that happen,” she promised, kneeling down to her mothers level. “Trust me the way Dad did. Please Ma.”

Her eyes lifted from the floor and Marlene could tell by the look in them that it was only a matter of seconds before her mother turned back into the shell she knew. Marlene took her mothers hands and decided that if there really was a bounty on all of their heads, she might as well pretend to like her mother.

“I'm not going to let anything happen to us,” she promised, squeezing her hands with as much confidence as she could. “I know what I'm doing.”

[cupidkyo]

Star gazing & comforting words- Minho x reader

WARNING: This is the first ever ff i've wrote!! I'm writing this to get feedback and criticism to improve my writing. I will make grammar and spelling mistakes!! but other wise i hope you enjoy:)) (Also read the bottom for more of my thoughts after)

SUMMERY:You and Minho star gaze on the watch tower while you comfort him after a difficult day. (735 words)

It was around 5pm, I was just finishing my job with the medjacks when i saw Minho run out the maze looking upset. my thought were confirmed when he shoved past Newt who was trying to talk with him and ran straight into the map room. 'i wonder whats wrong with him' I thought to myself.

After around half an hour I noticed that Minho still hadn't returned from the map room, so I decided to go check in on him making sure he's okay. I approach the map room and knocked on the door, " What do you want you shank!" Minho shouts out as his footsteps are heard making their way towards the door. He opens it and in seeing who it was relaxes a bit while sitting back down, letting out a sigh while shoving his head in his hands, "Are you alright, whats wrong with you?" I ask him sitting on the chair to his right. "I give up there's no way out, there never has been, never will be!" He mutters into his hands, "I've ran this shuck maze for two years! if there was an exit we would have found it!" I wrap my arm around his shoulder, "Why don't you take a break from the maze tomorrow, and how about right now we go up the watch tower?" He picks his head up looking at me after i spoke, "Sure." He breathes out in reply.

We climb our way up the watch tower, making it to the top both lying down with our feet dangling over the edge."It's a clear sky tonight, look at all the stars!" i say excitedly looking over to the boy next to me. He suddenly lifts his hand pointing to a fairly bright star,"Did you know thats Venus?" He turns his head toward me with a slight smirk. "Yes ofcorse i did! I'm the one who taught you shuckface!" I laugh, as he turns his head back to the sky with a pout. As most of the stars where showing i decided to make a bet, "Who ever can point out the most constellations wins!" Already trying to spot some. "Oh your on!" Minho challenges." I see pisces!" i shout out while Minho spots Aries.

After ten minuets I win the bet by spotting 3 more constellations, while Minho only spotted the one, "That was no fair! you know more about space then me." He sulked. "Don't be such a sore loser!" I say while smirking at him. After he stopped sulking Minho started pointing out stars seeing if i could name them, We spent around an hour just sat there just enjoying each others company, and pointing out stars, when Minho turned to me grabbing me hand "Thank you for comforting me, the maze has just really been stressful recently." i pulled him closer so we were now cuddling as he continues, "I just feel like it's my duty to keep the hope of getting out within everyone, but it's hard when i don't have any hope myself." He sighs as he rests his head in the dip of my neck. "You do keep the hope! And everyone here look up to you not just because they think you can find a way out, but because of who you are as a person!" I consoled him. "Take the day off tomorrow i'll tell Alby in the morning that your not running and then we can spend the whole day together relaxing, how does that sound?", "Shucking amazing." he groaned out as he sat up, "We better head into the homestead now then." He pulled me up as we climbed back down the ladder, walking towards the homestead holding hands.

When we reached the room Minho flopped onto our shared bed while i shut the door. Walking over to him i gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I love you so much and i'm always here for you, i might not know much about the maze, but i know everything about you." I told him while slipping into the covers with him. "I love you too." He muttered out nearly asleep. Wrapping my arms around him and snuggling closer i hear his breathing calm, I give him one last kiss on his forehead before i close my eyes and sleep as well, hoping that Minho will feel better in the morning.

I feel like in some parts i went really off topic then back really randomly and that it doesn't quite make sense, but idk.. i also feel like i was just repeating myself over and over again. Pls remember that this is my FIRST ever time writing anything really nevermind a fanfic. It was also writen between 4-5 am while i'm extremely tired and dizzy😬

But if you made it this far thank you sm for reading!! I would really love some criticism so that i can improve!! so feel free to comment on whatever you want. But again thank you for reading i hope you all have an amazing day/night!!<33

[resident-gay-bitch]

Steddie ficlets (under 3k words) are below the cut; angst, fluff + smut

All works can be found on AO3 as well.

Works (over 3k words):

Find Here You can find all my other Steddie works on that post, as it was too cluttered to add them all on the same one :)

Ficlets (under 3k words):

Nightmares After one of his nightmares, Steve calls Eddie as he can't reach Robin, Eddie confesses he has nightmares of his own, and they find comfort in eachother - angst + fluff

Seven Minuets The party plays seven minuets in heaven and when Steve and Eddie get shoved into the little bathroom together, Eddie begins to question everything, primarily regarding his sexuality - fluff + kinda suggestive themes?

Axl Harrington Steve is doing his best as a single dad, trying to help his trans teen learn how to bind, and trans Eddie steps in to help them out - fluff! with little speckles of single dad angst

Accidentally Kissed Drunk and lonely, Steve thinks he finds Nancy in a quiet room and puts the moves on her, only after feeling up her shirt, does he realise it's actually Eddie he's making out with, and he realises he kinda liked it - dumb angst and happy ending fluff + suggestive themes

Love Sick Eddie and Steve first meet as little kids in the doctors office, playing together in the waiting room they make their Ken and G.I.Joe dolls kiss. They then remember each other years later, trading confessions and chain smoking their anxieties away - primarly fluff with a bit of an angsty ending

Bet On You Rockstar Eddie comes back to Hawkins for his high school ten year reunion and gets roped into attending one of Robins charity events, and he finally sees Steve after 10 years apart, and he thinks he might have just scored himself a hot date - fluff

Red Light Steve pulls up beside a metal head at a red light, and the idiot starts singing to him - fluff

If I Was A Worm Steve asks Eddie if he'd love him if he were a worm, and Steve should have expected Eddie would give him an answer far from normal, but it only makes him fall harder in love - fluff

Marry Me? Eddie proposes to Steve on a whim one night by giving Steve one of his rings - flufff!!!

Not Quite Puppy Dog Love (Steve's POV) Steve doesn't know what to do when the demon version of Eddie in the upside down swoops and carries Steve off to his nest, but he can't help but find him kind of cute as he coos like a pigeon and crawls around like a puppy to bring Steve his treasures - fluffy with some mild angsty themes

Not Quite Puppy Dog Love (Eddie's POV) Kas Eddie doesn't remember much about his past life, but he does remember the golden haired boy swinging that bat when the humans enter his relm, and his heart fucking soars at the sight of the one occupying his dreams every night - flufffff with some sad moments

Cropped Out Eddie loses his mind at the sight of Steve in a crop top and totally embarrasses himself about it - silly

That's A Promise Eddie wakes up in the hospital to find Steve there, holding his hand, promising he'll do everything he can to protect Eddie from now on - angsty fluff

Bullshit Eddie has a bad day whilst healing post Upside Down, and Steve tries his best to stay calm and help, but he only has so much strength - angst (@mugloversonly wrote a little hopeful ending to this with the perfect resolution I think, read their continuation here)

[coleress]

“Nobody wrote enough angst Antigravityshipping so I did it myself”

Anyways long post!! Sorry in advance idk how to put spoilers in tumblr mobile aaaaa

It was hard to even begin with these two, really. A unovan scientist with bad ethics, and a mob boss who’s morals were even worse. They had, at one point though, made a great pair - the region seemed to be theirs, while a team of unimportant grunts did all of their bidding. Like paradise, really. Not that it was able to last.

Within the past few months, the couple had been... Troubled, to say the least. Colress, the more social, morally “pure” of the two, stood at the door of Ghetsis’s dormitory, waiting patiently.

Despite their relationship, they didn’t share a room. As a matter of fact, Ghetsis purposely had Colress sleep on the opposite side of their ship, to not disturb him in any way. Colress, on the other hand, was annoyed by this. The times at which he woke Ghetsis up in the morning weren’t too harsh, in his opinion, anyways. And being on the other side of the ship all the time meant Colress had to consistently go out of his way to speak to Ghetsis, which was counterproductive to their relationship. This was also just his opinion.

But, lately, Colress’s opinions hardly mattered in anything. They all seemed frivolous, especially when Team Plasma was facing a threat. Yes, this threat was... A child.

Colress found it absolutely ridiculous. A ten year old and their friends, allegedly preparing to topple the entire organization? It was impossible. He may admit that the strength of said ten year old is incredible, but he refused to believe that it could cause the end of team plasma.

Ghetsis, though, was of a different opinion.

He always talked big. Gave big speeches, made people bend to his will. So when he tried to assure his team that this was no threat, he did a good job. But afterwards, he had to tell Colress how he really felt. Two years ago, his team was destroyed by a ten year old Pokémon training prodigy... And now suddenly, another one out of nowhere...

Ghetsis wanted the child dead. He wanted that child dead so badly he would loose sleep over it for days and days on end, thinking of how and when he could do it, how he could hide it from his partner.

Colress was the only thing in the way. And it really did strain the relationship.

“Look, you know how I feel about N,” he had said.

“I can’t let you do this to... To another child! He’s Just a young boy. There’s no need for planning such things!”

Ghetsis had to agree somewhat - he understood where Colress was coming from. The man had always loved kids a lot more than Ghetsis ever could. As Ghetsis lay in bed, half awake, he pondered the idea himself. Maybe, if Colress went onto some sort of vacation, and the child mysteriously disappeared...

“My lord?”

Colress stood outside of Ghetsis’s door, knocking lightly.

“You should be up by now,” the scientist continued. Ghetsis growled, turning to face his alarm clock.

Three hours late to getting up today. It had been a pattern recently.

“Colress... Ugh.” The man grumbled, forcing himself up and making his way to his door. Once he opened it, Colress couldn’t help but give a look of sympathy.

“My lord... You look rather-“

“Don’t say a word,” Ghetsis hissed. He was still in his pajamas, hair messy and face long. His lover shook his head.

“I won’t, but... At least let me fix your hair,” Colress remarked, trying to lighten the mood. Ghetsis grumbled, changing into his usual attire. The scientist stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He then cleared his throat, getting ready to say what he had been waiting to.

“It’s been days that you’ve been like this, Ghetsis. If it’s over that, that child-“ Ghetsis turned to the scientist.

“So what if it is? Years, fifteen years working on this organization, and... And some brat comes to ruin everything! First, with N, and now...”

Colress set a hand on Ghetsis’s shoulder.

“What happened with N was nothing of anybodys fault. He’s grown, you couldn’t control him forever,” he assured softly.

“It’s just a child. That’s all. Children like to- they like to play video games, maybe read and watch shows and such... What happened last time was a freak incident. It’s not going to happen again,” Colress assured him. Ghetsis wasn’t so sure.

The man remained silent, trying to pretend that Colress had convinced him entirely. Yes, for sure, no freak ten year old is going to rise back up and destroy his life’s work. That had to be true. It just.. It had to.

Ghetsis, after putting on his robes and cloak, was finally fully dressed for the day. Both Colress and Ghetsis seemed to wear the same outfits all of the time... Although it was brought up once by the scientist when he was tipsy, he dropped it after Ghetsis angrily told him to. It must not have been that important anyways, Colress had decided.

“Well... Your hair, then.” Colress said that in a low murmur, as if he didn’t need Ghetsis to hear him in the first place. It’s not like he needed him to anyways. The hair routine was a daily thing, and Ghetsis had grown more than used to it over the past year.

“What’s your plan, if we do succeed?” Ghetsis rarely asked any questions about Colress, but he seemed rather bothered lately. Colress let it slide without any snide remarks.

“To stay with you, of course. Continue research here. Maybe even... Get a dorm closer to you,” the scientist chuckled. Ghetsis didn’t even try to force a smile in return, but Colress was too focused on doing Ghetsis’s hair anyways to really care.

“You wouldn’t mind that too much, would you?” Colress looked up briefly, to see his lovers expression. Ghetsis looked as he usually did - Cold.

“I wouldn’t mind at all,” he replied. He forced a rather thin smile for Colress, and it was reciprocated.

“I’m glad,” the scientist remarked.

Colress then continued to brush and style the hair in silence, as Ghetsis sat still. Although, they usually talked much more. They would talk about plans, food, maybe even the movie that Colress wanted to drag Ghetsis along to. But lately the air was just too heavy for such light conversation.

After a few more silent and agonizing minuets, Colress pulled his hands away from Ghetsis’s hair, which was now entirely styled.

“All done,” he said gently.

“I’ll go and... and get a headstart, so that the grunts don’t spot us together.” Ghetsis nodded.

“Alright then, get on with it.”

Colress frowned a bit, but opened up the door to leave.

“Goodbye, My lord.”

[unwelcome-ozian]

Hello, I was wanting your opinion and thoughts on Katie Goves and their system from YouTube. Mostly if you would consider them to be a trustworthy and or reliable source? They talk about being an MK victim, my concern there lies mostly in their age in relation to that. I remove they said they're only 20, didn't the "program" with MK end before they where even born? Not trying to call anyone out or anything like that, just want to check validity and such. Thanks in advance!

I  typically don’t share my opinion on what other survivor’s stories or experiences. I will if I see some issues with what they are sharing and other ‘red flags.’ Full disclosure; I did not watch her full videos, I watched a few minuets of a few of them until I felt confident enough to form an opinion. I read what she wrote and will pull from these.

Sorry the post is so long.

Katy Groves

Published on Jun 5, 2018

In this video, I pour my heart out about the child sexual abuse and snuff images of myself (alone and alongside others) that I had the horrific burden and privilege of seeing during my deprogramming process. I talk about my experience with taking them to law enforcement and my ultimate “decision” to throw the pictures away.

The concerns I have with this portion of what she has said, 'snuff images of myself’. Snuff is a pornographic movie of an actual murder. She could not see herself being 'snuffed’ she would be dead.She said she threw the pictures away. I find this interesting as she disposed of proof that could rip through anyone’s shred of doubt, help other survivors, help those who remain trapped, and so much more. Why then why even go to the police? 

A couple of edits: when I said the pictures implied sexual abuse but were illegal, I misspoke. I meant to say that they were legal instead; and when I said there was a Christmas tree in the photograph and then said I didn’t think it was “Christmas time,” I should clarify what I meant. I meant that I didn’t think it was the time of the Christmas season in which I would have likely been opening presents, not that it wasn’t the Christmas season itself.

How can pictures that imply sexual abuse be legal? The child/children would have to be over the age of 18. If the pictures were snuff and child sexual abuse they wouldn’t be legal. That is where her testimony/report would establish the “legality” of the pictures.

When I reported these crimes in Dec. 2016, I was interviewed by two officers, one male, one female. Partway through the interview, I handed the child snuff to the male officer, who stared at it blankly and then immediately handed it back to me. I asked him if he saw what was in the picture and he said “no.” He appeared very dissociated and triggered, may have had a trauma history of his own, so I left him alone and instead handed the picture to the female officer, who was able to process its graphic content enough to interview me about it in depth.

I’m confused. Katy hands the snuff picture to the male officer first. Survivors of abuse, female survivors of abuse who have a picture of other children being abused as well as them-self (perhaps) would not give them to the male officer first.The officer would not have handed the picture back to her but would have given it to the female officer to look at. Second, the pictures would not have been returned to her.

He then took the photograph into another room and returned it to me, stating that he had made a photocopy. I was told that my case would be transferred to my home state and was escorted out of the premises. Within an hour, I was notified that the male officer had called mental health authorities regarding my case and two things became clear: 1. Were I to pursue this case further, it was more likely that I would end up incarcerated in a psychiatric hospital than my perpetrators would ever do prison time and 2. Were I to keep the incriminating images of my exploitation as a child, there was a chance that I would face criminal charges and incarceration for possessing them. 

A photo copy wouldn’t have been made, they would have kept the original. (a lawyer would have a field day with a photo copy) They would have kept it as evidence if they were going to charge her for being in possession of child pornography. 

Someone doesn’t get 'incarcerated in a psychiatric hospital.“ There have to be very valid reasons for a court to hospitalize someone.  A threat of harm to themselves or a threat of harm to another person. The mental health act of 2001 established the protocol for involuntary psychiatric hospitalizations. They can’t keep someone until the end of time anymore.

As I was homeless and had no one whom I was willing to put at risk by entrusting with the photographs, I made the extremely painful decision to discard them. I decided that rather than pursue what felt like a futile legal battle in a corrupt "justice” system that was more likely to result in my incarceration than my perpetrators’, I would focus on healing myself and helping survivors of ritual abuse and human trafficking in other ways. 

I am blessed to say that within a year of making this decision, I was able to create this channel. This way, I am able to devote my time directly to survivors without having to jump through the legal system’s hoops and suffer the hideous retraumatization that so typically accompanies the pursuit of this kind of case. The legal system in the United States is not built for survivors of ritual abuse, but for those who perpetrate it. 

I agree with her when she says: “the legal system in the United States is not built for survivors of ritual abuse.” The Satanic panic lead to this. But, there are cases where ritual abuse is prosecuted successfully. For survivors of any form of abuse the legal system is a nightmare. 

What doesn’t add up is she is now on you tube with a large number of videos talking about the abuse. Which can be more traumatizing than court. Here are some reasons why: Everyone can see her and who she is, in the future anyone can google her name and find out about her past (5 years from now, ten…more), I’m not sure if she has considered that, it opens her up for even more scrutiny than going to court would have. Putting videos on you tube, running a blog, anything on social media opens you up for criticism and the magnifying glass of the public.

For example she posted this: Hi everyone, in this video, Kayvon opens up about our struggles with a delusional subscriber who is obsessed with us and has been sending us highly triggering emails on a near daily basis for the last two monthsKaty Groves 4 tuần trước (đã chỉnh sửa)I’m deleting all comments that tell me what to do and/or violate other boundaries I have directly set in comments that I think you have seen. At the end of this video, I told y'all explicitly not to tell me what to do, but it seems like some of you didn’t watch it, don’t care or can’t set limits with your own codependence, so I’m going to do it for you.

It has to be apart of what you’re willing to take on if you chose to use such a public platform.  So, saying going to court would be 'hideous and retraumatization’ is interesting to me when I saw the her posts.

Nov, 14, 2017Hi there, we are a 21 year old survivor of Project Monarch, CIA child trafficking and Satanic ritual abuse with Polyfragmented DID. At the time that this video was recorded, we had been deprogramming ourselves with success for over 3.5 years. 

I watched this video and listened to her (Deprogramming pt 6-Deprogramming My Inner Child) First someone can’t de-program themselves. If she were programmed there are safety measures in place to prevent this. She say’s she’s 21 and has been working since she was 17.5 to  deprogram. That is too short of a time frame. From how she is talking in the video, the terminology (inner child) (higher self/ inner loving parent)  she sounds like she is at a facility/program that has used these phrases or was at a facility. Someone pointed out that her videos sound scripted, they do. She may not be reading a script proper but has been coached or practiced in some form. Something is very off.

August 11th ’18Dissociated parts of my system collaborated extensively with one another inside in order to outline how best to present our story to the general public in under ten minutes, but a lot of it was unplanned and we never wrote anything down. If it looks like I am reading from a script, it is because I am accessing a partially formed eidetic script, so to speak, of things my system and I agreed to say.Eidetic memory and other such abnormal abilities are common for survivors of MK and something we have experienced since we were very small.

Here is the issue with this statement. If she were programmed she would not have access to a majority of memories or alters who hold these memories.  Eidetic memory occurs outside the system and in programming only one or two alters will hold this skill. You don’t want a whole system with this form of memory.

May 9, 2018I will say that I focus mostly on my traumas with my narcissistic, sexually abusive mother – who programmed me in MK. I do not talk about the “worst of it” but mention infantile sexual abuse, child trafficking and other forms of abuse and exploitation in some detail.

If you have ever struggled with eating disorders, especially anorexia, please watch this video with extra caution as this could be particularly triggering for you.

Her mother couldn’t have programmed her 'in MK’. MK programming takes a lot of time, knowledge, medical setting, psychotropics, and a team to complete.

She isn’t a survivor of MK programming. She’s too young. Programming can’t be broken when someone is 17.5 years old. So, the question is, what happened to her?

As I was watching the videos Ozzie pointed out, “She’s acting like 11 from Stranger Things." 

 Over all she is too robotic in the video’s I watched, she’s too young to have been a survivor of MK-Ultra, too young to have escaped and ‘deprogrammed’ herself, too young to have survived the type of torture it takes to program someone and have access to those parts in the system and have them willing to share their memories, to be a survivor of pornography and have alters who would agree to have parts of their story shared on camera or be on camera themselves, she shows her face  you can’t 'deprogram’ yourself from MK-ultra, the phrases she uses sound to scripted, a programmed system doesn’t learn to communicate on that level in 3.5 years, (trauma survivors can tell you 3.5 years of living with D.I.D and working hard doesn’t look like this) someone can’t work on healing their trauma day in and day out as Katy says she did, this would lead to more issues and all kinds of problems with programming and system stress. And lastly, Katy stated she was homeless for a while before she started posting her videos about a year ago. 

Those are some of my thoughts from what I’ve read and watched

Oz

[nerdygirl8203]

Cheese, So Much Cheese!

Shane Topp Love Story (Sorry if this sucks I wrote it when I was about thirteen)

"Hey Morgan! Ian and I were thinking you should come with us to camp for Smosh summer games part two!" Anthony told me over the phone. "Yeah, that would be amazing!" I tell him rather shocked. "Sweet meet us at HQ at 10am." he then hangs up. I start to pack up some clothes and chargers and shit like that since he called me so late I have to rush. I put on a t-shirt and lay in my bed thinking of how cool camp will be! I eventually fall asleep but have no dreams, like usual. I wake up to my phone going off like crazy. I turn off my alarm and see it's 8:30 am leaving me time to shower, get dressed, put on some light make-up, do my hair, and eat breakfast and drink coffee. I actually get up and grab the outfit I picked out last night then get undressed and jump in the shower. I jump out, dry off, and put on my outfit, then straiten my hair and put on light make-up. I grab my phone and walk into my kitchen then get a text from Anthony

(A=Anthony. M=Morgan)

(A)'hey remember meet us her at 9:30.'

(M) 'What?! You said 10 yesterday!'  

(A)'oh we changed the time, sorry!'

(M)'ok, you are gonna be the death of me but... omw' On my way

I grab my keys from the table and jump in my car. I drive to Starbucks and get coffees for myself and everyone else. I see the time and it's 9:10. oh shit! I drive to HQ hoping I get there in time! I get to HQ at 9:25 so I can calm down a bit. I jump out of my car and walk to a bunch of people that I hope is the Smosh gang. I walk a little closer and see Ian and Anthony right in front of the bunch. I go up to them and say "I am the best I know." as I hand them their surprise coffees. They look extremely happy to have coffee, due to how long they must have been up for. "Hey Anthony can you hold my coffee for a minuet?" He nods knowing that I'm just going to the bathroom. I start to walk to the bathrooms and I take out my phone so I can cheek Instagram. I run into something, or someone. I fall after I bump into the thing i bumped into. "I'm so sorry!" I say as I look up and see a tall blonde girl. "It's fine, I wasn't paying attention. It was probably my fault anyways!" She laughs a little. "Wait, are you Morgan? The friend of Ian and Anthony?" "Yeah! You're Courtney right?" By this time I'm off the floor. "Yeah! Anthony and Ian told us all so much about you!" "Well that's great, I look totally strange now, thanks Ian Anthony."We laugh a little then she say "See you out by the bus I'll introduce you to everyone!" "Um, okay see you in a minute!" I walk to the bathroom and do my ya know. I walk out to see everyone talking in groups as Ian and Anthony talk to Joe and everyone. I scan everyone and see Courtney talking with a tall guy with light brown/dirty blonde hair and a shorter guy with darker brown hair. She sees me and starts waving frantically telling me 'I AM HERE'. I walk over and she say "This is Morgan. This is Shayne and this is Noah." She says gesturing to all of us. "Sup." I say giving a small wave. "Wait so you've been friends with Anthony and Ian for how long?" Shayne asks. "About twelve years or so." I reply. "How?!" we all laugh a little and then we talk for a few more minutes and then eventually Courtney says "Noah forgot his bag, we'll be right back." and then they walk away. "Well, that was random." He says. I nod. We talk for another 20 minutes and then Matrub says "Ok let's go!" He says some more stuff that Shayne and I don't listen to. He then takes me up to a guy with black hair named Joven and then Joven says "Ok Shayne that's were you're sitting!" Shayne then says "Great, alright." and starts to get in. We walk on and I go near the back of the bus and sit in a seat next to the window. Anthony gets up and says "Okay everyone this is Morgan. Morgan say hi." "Hey." I say. Everyone says "Hi Morgan!" I smile and everyone goes back to what they were doing. I take out a book  from my backpack and start to read. "RAWR!" Someone screams from besides me. I look up and see Shayne. He then says "How did you not get scared?!" I chuckle a little and put my head down to hide my face. "I have three older brothers and Ian and Anthony are my best friends, I think that's kinda self explanatory." I tell him. He laughs and then Joven says "Everyone find your travel buddy, you're gonna be stuck with them for the next hour!" Shayne says "Hey, Morgan. First can I sit here," He says pointing to the seat next to me and of course I nod. He continues "and second can I be your travel buddy?" I nod a gain this time with more of a shy smile.

We ride the entire ride like that and just talk. Then we get to the camp. I now know everyone and know at least three facts about them. I jump out of the bus as soon as it stops and start to run around, after quietly asking Anthony if it was okay. Shayne starts to chase me saying in a strange old lady voice "Morgan Emily Taylor! Get back here this instant missy!" I yell "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "Get back her young lady!" he says in the same voice. "Nope you're gonna have to catch me!" I run around at top speed then someone tackles me and I expecting to see Anthony or Ian but I turn around in someone's arms and see Shayne. "Caught ya!" I blush not expecting him that he would actually chase and catch me. We stare in each other's eyes for what seems like forever. Then I hear Anthony say "Come on you two love birds!" We get up and Flitz gives us a 'tour'. Then we get to this strange 'trust exercise' thing and I see a metal thing and immanently go over and bring my feet up and hang from it only holding on by my feet. Joven starts to climb it so I jump off. We all start to get on but then Courtney says "Morgan you have to go on, she's new to the Smosh squad!" and then everyone agrees. Shayne is the only one up there. "Do you want some help reaching his hand?" Anthony asks. I say "Naw we got dis." Looking at Shayne and he nods I get a running start then jump and Shayne grabs my hand and helps me up. Then everyone continues on to the next place.  "Um, hey Morgan, would you maybe like to date sometime?" He asks. I blush at how fast this happened. "Yeah, I'd like that." We get down and run to catch up with the group.

We catch up and the ceremony starts. It comes down to just Noah, Flitz and I. Ian says "Flitz!" Then Anthony says "Morgan!" And I'm welcomed to the Kumbayaaas.

After that we all go and play dodge ball. This is one of the few sports I rock at so when it comes down to Shayne and I, I'm not surprised. "Boyfriend vs Girlfriend, who will win?!" They all go "OOOOOHHHHH" and "AWWWWW" It's dead silence and then Shayne tries to hit me I dodge it then he tries again to no avail. He quickly grabs another ball And as he throws that one I throw the only ball on my side. It hits him right in the leg. The Kunbayaaas all celebrate in victory! Then Shayne comes up from behind me and picks me up, tossing me over his shoulder then all my team mates start to scream and Mattraub blows his whistle a bunch as we all laugh at how funny we must look.

Then the punishment comes up. We all go and throw our dodge balls (ha balls). It's my turn and I put marshmallow and then chocolate then gram cracker. I close one eye and then aim. I throw and it hits Shayne right in his face. I smile devilishly and go up and whip his eye and then say "Beat ya!" He opens his eyes and then kisses me right on the lips after we pull back I blush and have chocolate all over my face now. I lick my lips and say "Mmmm, chocolate!" Everyone laughs and Shayne keeps on smiling like a doof.  

I yawn as I wake up from a long night. I look at my phone that's on the bedside table and see it's 9:36, a decent time to wake up. I get up off my bed and change out of my night shirt and into my bathing suit. I put in my clear contacts and then run out the door quietly and then when I'm finally out the door I run as fast as I can to the huge pool. I jump in with a canon ball, making a huge splash. I start to swim up for the bottom of the pool up to the top. When I resurface I see that another person's in the pool. "Hey Anthony!" I say happily. "Hey Morgan, I was surprised to see you up this early and in the pool!" "Well, yeah. My phone doesn't work so no vine, instagram, or youtube." I see out of the corner of my eye, a squirt gun! I swim over to it as fast as I can, pretty fast. I grab it and fill it up. Then I release all of it on what I think is Anthony. I look and see that it's Shayne. He goes wide eyed and gasp like I hit him with a real bullet. Since he was out of the pool but still in his bathing suit, he falls forwards making a wave. Anthony and I laugh at his over dramatic acting. I start to laugh so hard that I have to close my eyes due to how hard I'm laughing. Then I feel strong hands lift me up and throw me. I don't get scared but I know enough to close my eyes. Once I'm under water I put my feet together and start to swim. I get back up, whip my eyes and swim over to Shayne and slap him on the arm. "You dick!" I say laughing a little.

After a few hours of playing in the pool I start to get shivers down my spine so I say "I'm gonna get out." They all nod and I walk out then change into a t shirt that says 'give me a minute while I pretend to care' and black yoga pants then some neon blue sneakers. I grab my phone and connect my blue tooth headphones then bring up Spotify 'Thank god I got premium.' I think remembering that I wouldn't be able to listen to music while I was out here. I walk out of my room and then remember that there's woods all around camp. I decide to go exploring the woods. I start to walk with my headphones on and I walk for about ten minutes and then see a clearing with one beautiful tree in the middle. I climb up the branches and then sit on one large on. I feel my phone start to vibrate in my pocket. I take it out and look at who it is. Mike, my ex, was texting me. I look and see what he's saying. 'Hey whore, how's your shitty life? Oh it's shitty, how did I know?!' Tears start to fall down my cheeks as I remember what he did to me. I look at my wrist and see the scars, from him. I think back to that night. 'I had just got home from work and see him at the kitchen table with a knife in his hand.' I get snapped out of my thoughts with a shift on the tree. I look up and see Anthony sitting next to me. "It's okay." He says as he pulls me into a hug. I start to cry more. He holds me and says "It's okay." I cry into his chest then feel my phone again and see it's Shayne 'Morgan, it's ok that you have feelings for Anthony but just don't drag me along. This is me braking up with you, I hope you and Anthony are happy together.' I cry harder.

--Anthony's point of view--

"Where's Morgan?" Shayne asks worried. I look around for my closest girl friend. I can't find her any where. We all start to look around and then I start to walk in the woods knowing she loves how peaceful the woods are. I walk for a few minutes and then see Morgan in a tree crying as she looks at her phone. I climb the tree and sit next to her and say "It's okay." I look at her still opened phone and see that Mike, her abusive ex had texted her. I hug her and she cries into my chest. 'Why the hell did that fucker text her?!' I think angrily. her phone then goes off again and I see Shayne's name pop up on her phone. She reads it then cries harder, that can't be good. We sit like that for another thirty, or so, minutes then she stops crying and I look down and see she fell asleep. I pick her up gently and climb down the tree as carefully as I can. I walk back to camp with Morgan's light body in my arms. Then I bring her back to her room that she shares with Mari, her closest girl friend from Smosh. I put her on the bottom bunk and put a light blanket on top of her. I look at the time and see that it's eleven at night. I walk into my room that I share with Ian and see Shayne "Why?" he asks. "Why what?" I ask back confused. "I love Morgan, and she likes you." "No she doesn't, we're just friends." "Then why where you hugging her, and she was just letting you?!" "She was crying, her a-ex" I cut myself off thinking she wouldn't want people to know. "Texted her some shit and I was comforting her then you texted and she cried harder." "What?" "Yeah." "Oh my god, no no no!"he says and then I notice his red puffy eyes, he had been crying. "It's okay, what did you text her?" "I broke up with her." Everyone knew that they where dating. We all thought it was cute. "You need to apologize to her!" "But, how?" "She loves romantic things, and look at her Spotify her username is Nerdygirl820." "Okay, thanks man!" "No prob."

~~Morgan's POV~~ I get up and walk into the kitchen. I make my tea and walk back to my room. I take my phone off the night stand next to my bed. I look at Instagram.. till it doesn't load anything because of the shitty phone service. Then it says I have a new notification. I look and see it's on Instagram, Shayne posted something. I look at it and it says 'Morgan, go outside!' And the picture is of the cabins. 'How he hell did he get service?!' I get dressed in some jeans and a sweatshirt. I put my hair in a bun and walk out to see a long trail of rose petals. There is a note that says 'I'm sorry I now know I was a dick....' I follow the petals to the next note. '...and I'm truly sorry for that...' I continue to follow. '... it was stupid I should have know you wouldn't cheat...' I see a large picnic in the middle of a field. The rose petals go all around it. I sit down and open up the picnic basket and see another note. '... but know it's time for you to turn around.' I turn around and see Shayne with a dozen of roses. He walks towards me and says "I'm sorry Morgan. I just thought," He trails off. I hug him tightly. "It's okay, I understand just, next time maybe think about maybe talking to me first." I say cracking a joke. He smiles as we pull away from the hug. He hands me the flowers and says "Well, I would hate for this picnic to go to waste!" He goes and sits on one side of the blanket. I sit across from him and look at what food he made. He made two sandwiches, pb and j, two apples, diet coke, and six cookies. I start to eat the sandwich when out of no where Shayne asks "Can I kiss you?" I look him in the eye and tell him "Yes." He leans forward and kisses me on the lips. It wasn't a fake kiss, one that you would love as a thirteen year old. It was a real kiss, ya know one of the kisses where there is no gravity anymore, and after your lips tingle for hours. It was an amazing kiss, one I can only describe as fireworks. After that we talk about everything we can think of, and by the time we are done, we need to head back. It's dark when we get back and everyone is in there rooms asleep. Shayne kisses my cheek and say "Good night princess." I smile and say "Good night Amore." We walk to our rooms. I change into my cossie pj's and get into bed. I'm so tiered right as my head hit's the pillow I fall asleep. Today was one of the best day ever, I'm so happy I'm back with Shayne.

It's been year since the 'best summer of my life' and now a new chapter of my life has begun, Shane and I broke up a few weeks ago, we ended on good terms and we are still friend; we just weren't really 'in love', the spark wasn't there anymore. . But on the upside me and Damien have gotten closer.

[isichesque]

The first time i was told to get out of a movie hall was during  the “Get Out” sneak preview at the tail-end of February at the Marquee in Union South. There were hundreds of students waiting in line and even when I knew I would not get a chance, I continued to wait in line with the patience of an idler. There had been a lot of publicity since november so when the movie came out in February, i had already read so much about it. The moment I got at the door, the lanky manning it politely told me there were no more seats. Sorry. There were many people behind me. We had waited for almost an hour in line. So I immediatey went online and booked tickets to the nearest theater. 

 What made the movie so popular? I was curious as we searched for a parking spot at IMAX in vain. We were already ten minuets late but we clung to the hope that the commercials would run till we were seated. True to our expectations, the movie had not begun by the time we arrived. The theater was fully packed. I took inventory of the audience. There were mostly the usual white folks on the front and mid rows. There were also a number of black fellows at the back of the theater, murmuring. We had selected the seats in the middle row because of my eyesight but mostly because they were the only empty seats on the same row. 

First, I had enjoyed Jordan Peele’s works before. Get Out was a classic story- black boy in love with white girl, the racism undercurrents eminent. In all curiosity, I thought I knew how it would end. So the story somehow resonated with a part of me. There was so much unsaid between Nicole and I during the few months we saw each other. I thought too, that the movie would provide fodder for my next writing. But more so it was simply my love for movies! Another important reason was I saw the movie after the Oscars. This year’s Oscars were different from last year. Unlike the last years oscars that suffered a blacklash, due to their obvious whiteness, this time a black film won an oscar and several black Actors scooped awards. Granted, it was a milestone for black filmscapes, amid the skepticism that we all had. While it was obvious that the academy was out to impress black actors, and redeem itself, I watched with joy as Mahershala Ali bagged his Oscar. As Ray Wood Jr. of the Daily Show would later put it, it was peak blackness all along! 

 As a black person in America, Get Out spoke to me in a particular way. The title was a warning to “get out”. Get out from your own skin; get out from your hamster and cage of fear; get out from inferiority. Inferiority forced on us by people who believe that black equals second generation. I sunk deeper into my seat as Chris was subjected to police harassment and recalled numerous of my friends who have had unfair treatment from the Madison police. I chuckled as Rose tried to defend him. I got angry with Chris for his stupidity and his passivity! Then I got angry at myself for getting angry. I consider movie theaters to be perfect places to cry. Did you see how he treated her? Me too. Then follows tears. Memory is a naughty child, but once you call her name, she comes tottering. Movies are the throat with which we call her, and memory, as a child, is quick to hearken. 

 As a black man, my blood boiled and froze at the same time as Chris was visibly objectified by the guests at Rose’s home, which elicited familiar scenes akin in Django Unchained and Twelve years as a slave. These movies show the black body always a victim. Taking it lying down. These movies show the black body as a spectacle. The object of curious glances in stores, airports, small towns, airplanes... The same movies also confirm another paradox: the invisibility of the black body. Ibrahim Mo writes: “When foreigners come to Africa, they are perplexed by the beautiful geography, the wonderful animals and lakes and rivers. But no one pays heed to the peasant tilling the land. Because she is the same color as the soil she ploughs.” Though Mo wrote this forty years ago, I have found myself questioning my visibility or lack of it whererof.  Chris is first treated with suspicion, the legacy of his ebony skin will never make him good enough for Rose. So he must be subjected to more tests. He must prove himself. There is even more suspicion of black folks who see him in the house. Aren’t the black women good enough for him? Or the common one: dude, where’s the green card?

 The movie brings out the real discomfort black people feel in predominantly white spaces. Despite the attempts by white folk to include the singular black guest in the party, there is always one bold guest that will say some racist thing. I kept thinking of the concept “black-up”. I first heard of this term thirteen months ago. We were holding a party at the coop where I lived. Apart from me, there was one more black person in the house-a kenyan girl who was doing her fellowship at the university. On the day of the party, Ricardo, one of our housemates, advised us to invite our “African” friends for Black-up. Now, black-up, as I later found out, is the inviting of other black people in the party so that you won’t be outnumbered. We felt more comfortable with our housemates, and never thought we needed black-up. 

 This world view can in effect force one to become cynical about the excess kindness of friends. The questions posed are always mundane and  innocent: do you have running water in Africa, do you have bathtubs, ketchup? Do you eat bread too? We all are curious to learn how others live elsewhere. As a black person, to survive in some spaces means feigning comfort. It means making sure your words are measured unless you don’t want to be invited again. It means temporarily abandoning who you are for a plastic identity. It means longing to belong. Denial of who you truly is. But isn’t survival a longing to belong. to say, i have a right to be here. and does being here mean shedding your skin and binding your tongue? Being black means always trying to prove that you are capable, a thing everyone else doesn’t have to do.

 As Howery cautions Chris “Nigger Get Out! I am with the TSA and I know stuff,” we laugh at his humor and forget the danger he is in. As Chris, we ignore all subtle micro aggression and hostility. We all feel that things are not right but still deny it. The first warning sign is the deer they hit. A victim of the roadkill. The doe whimpers in its death and Chris watches with pity. The death of the deer has an element of foreboding, a sign of what will befall him. But heck, I am used to seeing films of black people being lynched, killed, shot and living in deplorable conditions. every tear shed dissolves my heart a little more. Get Out is different. The main actor is not killed in the end. Unlike Tony Robinson he survives. But not after a grueling struggle fro survival, which forces him to kill several people. 

 The movie exposes the problem of the fabric of American society. While we celebrate civil rights and the end to slavery, we notice that slavery gradually takes a new ramification. It is now economic. It is more psychological. Then there is the stomach churning idea of the commodification of the black body. The blind art collector, Jim, is the one who purchases Chris’ body. He reminds him “black is now in fashion.” Flashback to 60 years ago in America when the black body was used in cotton farms in Alabama to build the economy of the western world. Flashback to 100 years back with black men and women getting lynched in sugar plantations, their sinew tapped to fill the white man’s coffers. Come back to February 2017, with the hypnotizing and stealing of black bodies for rich white folks. 

 Black popular culture has used numerous strategies to assert blackness. Humor was effective, and became one of the means to involve white people to talk about black people’s colonization in America. It is a defense mechanism against racism. This movie uses humor too. But it also employs a genre most dear to white Americans: the horror film. Jordan Peele begins the movie as a normal romance but we later on notice Rose’s ability to pretend. We soon start to smell a rat in that home. 

 The commodification of the male black body both in sports and sexual gratification is also at the center of the film. Logan is coupled with a woman twice his age. He is the typical black man being kept by the elderly white woman as a sex slave. We are watching the movie at AMC Fitchburg. I sit next to vince and laugh along with the rest of the audience. Later we make fun of the black men in our company. We remind them that this is a warning against going to some families. I keep quite. It is just a movie, and not all white families are like Rose’s. But still, an image strongly imprinted in my mind makes me cry. I excuse myself and rush to the bathroom. I have to wait in line as some boys wash their hands. I wash and watch my tears flow down the drain. Salty. And I see Georgina, her bright smile that doesn’t break, as she says, “We are all part of the family, they treat us well.” She delivers this words with a smile. The smile remains even as two giant tears cascade down her cheeks. Yes, we are happy, aren’t we?

[area50dununiverse]

Jedward teenage years fic

Summary: I couldn’t do one whole fic because I wasn’t happy with anything I wrote so I made one fic out of a few little teenage Jedward moments. I also didn’t make it into jedcest because I wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted???

Anyway: Happy/sad/funny. Hope you like it anon!!

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John laid back on his bed, tears streaming down his face and holding his stomach. He couldn’t breathe through the manic laughter and gasped for air, wiping at his wet cheeks. He tried to speak but all that came out was more breathless laughter.

Edward giggled, leaning over his twin and digging his fingers into his ribs. John squealed, his high pitched laugh disappearing as he gasped for air. “Tell me!” Edward demanded through his own laughter. “Or I’ll keep tickling you!” Edward grabbed on to John’s stomach to prove his point.

“Okay! Okay!” John cried in surrender. Edward sat on John’s bed watching John sit himself up, wiping his red face. Edward smirked. John knew he wasn’t going to let the subject drop. Edward could read John like a book and knew he wasn’t telling him something. He pestered him until John finally snapped “it’s a secret” and that’s when Edward had to use force. Tickling.

“Okay-” John puffed, still out of breath. He caught Edward’s eye and smiled and Edward thought he was going to combust with the suspense. “John!” “Okay! I’m getting there!” John laughed holding his hands up in a surrender. “Our 16th Birthday is next week.” John started, a big smile on his face. Edward nodded, trying to hurry John along.

“I know what we’re getting!” John whisper-shouted with a quick glance to the door, looking relieved at finally telling. Edward sat forward, his eyes wide. “Spill-” “It will ruin the surprise Ed!” Edward held his hands up, making grabby movements and John spat “A puppy!” Before Edward attacked.

Edward gasped, his eyes wide. “Really?” He breathed. John nodded with a wide smile. “How’d you know?” Edward could feel the excitement bubbling through his body. “I was asleep on the sofa and mum was on the phone taking about it. She left the room and I woke up and heard everything!” Edward giggled and pounced on his brother, pulling him into a tight hug which John returned. “I’m so happy!” Edward laughed, making John giggle.

A week later and Edward held the puppy to his chest, proud with himself for his acting skills. He pulled off the surprised look perfectly. It had been a tough week, pretending he didn’t know and he was glad it was finally over. John reached out and gently stroked the tiny animal with a smile. “We should be actors.” They shared a knowing smile and turned their attention back to their new pet.

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Edward looked at the clock for the tenth time and sighed. He had been stuck in double maths for what seemed like forever. “Grimes?” Edward’s head flicked up from his doodles to find everyone watching him. “Do you know the answer?” Mr Bobbett asked, knowing full well that he didn’t. Edward inwardly groaned. “He misses his boyfriend.” Someone mumbled, making a few other people giggle. “Yeah, to busy writing love letters to his own brother!”

There was more laughter and Edward looked back down at the page he was using to draw the batman logo on and sighed. “Enough.” The teacher snapped at the class before walking away from Edward’s desk. Edward continued shading in the dark bits, his pencil pressed on the paper so hard, the lead broke. He rolled his eyes and checked the clock again.

“What’s their problem?” Edward fumed, pacing the floor back and fourth. John watched him from where he was sitting on Edward’s bed. “Why can’t they just..” Edward trailed off, trying to find something that will convey his anger. “-Die?” He settled on, making John laugh.

Edward sat on the bed next to John and huffed. “Wanna hear a joke about a ghost?” John asked with a smirk. “No.” Edward grumbled shooting John a dirty look. “That’s the spirit!” John smiled and Edward wanted to push him off the bed. “Spirit!” John repeated, breaking into full on laughter and as much as Edward didn’t want to, he laughed too. “Shut up John!” He laughed, actually pushing him off the bed. John landed on the floor with a thump, still laughing, his hands grabbing at Edward and pulling him down with him.

Edward screamed and playfully hit him, forgetting what he was even mad about. “Be nice!” John called from under Edward’s body, where he landed on top of him. Edward simply laughed and got off, letting John up. “You love me too much to hurt me.” John sat up and gave a cheeky smile. “I do.” Edward returned, ruffling John’s hair. “I do too.” John smiled, holding out his hand for Edward to help him up.

•

“Where’s Edward?” John asked, popping his head around into the classroom. The teacher swiped his eyes around the room “he left when the bell went.” He told John. John didn’t know who the teacher was, he didn’t have all his classes with Edward which annoyed him. John took a step back and frowned. Edward never failed to meet him at home time or break times. John left to go and search for Edward, with a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He finally found him ten minuets later, after the school was completely abandoned, everyone else long gone. “Edward?” He called as he entered the last set of toilets he had to check. “John?” Edward’s face poked out of the stall, tearful and red. John rushed over, joining him in the cramped space.

“Why’re you here?” John mumbled, breaking the silence. “Hiding.” Edward said flatly. He looked down at his brother, sitting on top of the toilet lid, shoulders slumped. He realised Edward’s shirt was missing a few buttons and frowned. “What did they do?” Edward’s eyes flicked up and met John’s and John instinctively put his hand on Edward’s shoulder.

“Nothing too bad. Just pushed me around a bit.” Edward took a shaky breath, John instantly kneeling down in front of him, his arm stretched around the back of Edward’s neck. Edward leaned forward and put his head on John’s shoulder, his breath shaky. John could tell he was close to tears. Edward hated confrontation. “They’re jealous Ed.” John soothed. “Because you’re so much better than all of them put together.”

John’s knees were aching and he was slightly grossed out by kneeling in front of the school toilet, but all he could care about was Edward and the fact he was now crying on his shoulder. John rubbed along Edward’s back. He was angry and the worse thing about it was that he knew he couldn’t do anything about. John was hardly tough, he couldn’t fight them and Edward always begged him not to make a scene anyway.

“Let’s go home?” Edward’s voice was broken, small and John felt his heart sink. He got to his feet and opened the stall door before straightening Edward’s shirt out, trying to tidy him up a bit. Edward’s pale skin was blotchy and red, his eyes tired and sore from the tears. John quickly looked away and left the bathroom with Edward.

John protectively linked his arm with Edward’s as they walked home, glancing at him every few steps to make sure he was okay. They didn’t speak until they were home and in the safety of their bedroom. “Do you know how great you are?” John suddenly asked while Edward was idly flicking through his homework. Edward looked up from the page and frowned. “You’re kind, Edward, the kindest person I know-” John told him, getting it off his chest.

The whole way home John was silently fuming, his mind listing all the reasons Edward was picked on, all his qualities that made him a target. “You’re also smart, even though you deny it, you are.” “What’re you talking about John?” Edward put his book down and watched as John paced the floor between their beds. “You’re funny and you care about others, you’re always helping people and you’re good looking.”

Edward scoffed and shook his head. “Shut up, you have to say that, we look the same!” Edward smiled. John sat on Edward’s bed, wondering if Edward saw himself the way John saw him. “I mean it. That’s why they pick on you, you’re everything they’re not and you should be proud of that. Hold your head up high and never change.” Edward gave a sad smile and John could see he was almost crying again. “Thanks.” Edward leaned towards John, wrapping him into a hug. “Can you help me with my science homework? Edward asked, pulling away after a minute, his eyes glazed over. John nodded and took the book from him.

•

Edward smiled to himself as he watched John walk down the garden. He ducked down, trying to stay hidden as John neared the door, straining up to see out of the window. John had stopped to pet the dog, Edward could hear him talking while he made a fuss of their pet. “Come on..” Edward mumbled watching John throw a ball for the dog.

Edward stifled a giggle as John started for the door again. This was Edward’s best idea yet and he couldn’t wait. “Edward?” John called, a few steps away from the half closed door. Edward ducked again and put his hand over his mouth to silence the giggles. A tiny part of him reminded himself that’s he was sixteen and not six, but Edward giggled harder the thought of being so childish.

“There you ar-” John’s sentence was cut short as he walked into the kitchen and the bucket of iced water that Edward had expertly balanced on top of the door fell over him, soaking him through. John gasped, ice cubes scattered around his feet, his white t-shirt now see through and his face one of pure shock.

Edward held his stomach, laughing so hard he had to brace himself against the kitchen counter. He closed his eyes and his laughter overtook him, he couldn’t breathe and Edward thought he was going to pass out. “Edward!” He opened his eyes to see John, shivering and wet, an ice cube stuck to his t-shirt, setting Edward off, laughing even harder.

John approached him, and Edward feared for his life until John broke into a grin, grabbing Edward and pulling him into a tight hug, getting him cold and wet. “Ew!” Edward cried through his laughter, leaning on John for support. “Your face!” He laughed “you’re so wet!”

John laughed with him, pulling back and stripping his wet shirt off. “Just you wait. Revenge.” He warned before walking away, leaving Edward in fits of giggles.

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John hated family parties. He loved his family, of course, but one of the side effects of being Irish is having a massive family and after speaking to four people he didn’t even know, he had had enough. “Who’s that?” Edward asked from beside him. John followed his stare and frowned. “I think they’re cousins?” John seemed to recall chatting to one of them earlier but couldn’t remember the details.

“Second cousins maybe? Yeah second cousins.” He concluded. Edward had already turned his attention to the plate of food in front of him and wasn’t listening anyway. John huffed and folded his arms. “Why do we have to be here?” He whined “who’s birthday is it?”

“Christening.” Edward corrected, nodding towards the baby that their aunt Mary was holding, a small group of female relatives making a fuss over her. “Is there cake?” Edward nodded and John felt a little spike of hope run through him. There had better be a cake, he thought.

“Is there cake?” John asked as their mum approached a while later. “Yes John.” She sighed. John could feel Edward laughing from where they were pressed together in their shared armchair. John sighed again. “You could look a little happier!” John gave a fake, over the top smile to his mum, “Better?”

“Don’t be cheeky.” She smiled as she was ushered away by another unfamiliar face. “Who knew we had so many family members?” Edward said, stuffing another cocktail sausage into his mouth. John sighed again.

John stayed in the same chair with Edward all afternoon, watching people come and go. When the parents of the baby started doing speeches. John and Edward were forced to stand with everyone else while they listened. The baby was fast asleep in her buggy, behind the table and John didn’t really see the point.

The baby’s mum was thanking the god parents and John was impatient, shifting his weight from one foot to the other and bumping into the person to his left.

He gave him a polite smile and took a step to the right just in time to knock into his uncle Kenneth. Unfortunately for John, uncle Kenneth was carrying the beautifully, hand decorated cake, which was now on the floor in a mess.

Everyone stopped and looked, John heard a few gasps and he froze. His suit was splattered with icing, as were a few other people’s outfits and John could see the horror on their faces, his own mother was looking at the floor shaking her head and all John could do was apologise. It could have only been a few seconds but time seemed to slow down, John’s face was bright red, he could feel the heat radiating off of himself.

He started to bend down, trying to at least clean the mess up when Edward appeared out of nowhere, grabbing a handful of cake and throwing it at him. John felt the splatter, his eyes wide, mouth agape. What was happening? One of the younger cousins leaped forward, grabbing herself a handful before throwing it at her older brother.

John watched as a few more of the younger ones followed, the room erupting into chaos. Edward was laughing and John caught his eye as uncle Kenneth began to join in. “What did you do?” John asked, still in shock as he approached his twin. “Saved your arse.” Edward smiled, a bit of pink icing hitting his shoulder.

John watched as the baby’s mum smudged cake on her husband, both of them laughing, eyes full of joy as the baby slept, safely out of the way of flying cake. “This is the best christening I’ve ever been to!” Someone shouted and John was so confused, like he’d entered another world. Something wet hit his face and he turned back to Edward, his hand full of cake and a mischievous grin on his face.

John was quicker, grabbing and throwing cake right at Edward, hitting him in the face as they both laughed. “Well, you wanted cake!” Edward laughed as a bit hit John on the shoulder.

Edward shot John a bright smile which John easily returned. They loved each other and they both knew that no matter what happens, for the rest of their lives, they will always have each other.

[amycastielismybaestark112]

COMBUSTING VALONSTRADE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE LOVE- by AmyCastielismybaeStark112

Meeting in a coffee shop? One of them is a hot tap and the other one a cold tap? The possibilities are endless!

Chapter 1- Introduction (13/05/2016)

Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy guys! It's been a few days and I got so many positive review from the last fic I wrote that I decided to continue the Valonstrade storyline- but WITH A TWIST. Tens of people have been asking for it, and here it is! AUs- YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!1!

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Chaptr 2- COFFEE SHOP AU (13/05/16)

Felix had been working that coffee machine for long time, almost all of the day in fact. He checked the clock and saw that it was five minuets to closing time- just enough time for the shop to close in time in five minutes. There was not a single soul in sight- the shop was like super empty. He worked in Starbucks and was a bit of a hipster tbh. He wore thick black glasses and a beanie over his mop of golden hair with added feathers and plaits, and he always ate off a wooden plank. So he was either a hipster or a viking. Yes, it was a good life for Felix, especially since he could work super fast thanks to his incredible cosmic powers.

It was raining much and he was glad he had brought his incredible cosmic umbrella for the walk back home. (He lived alone and without a car because he was orphan.) He pondered this with much Drama! and Angst! when he suddenly heard the door open. Sighing inside his angst-ridden head, he didn't look up as he continued to scrub the counter. Somebody who had the nerve to come in this late could wait while he finished cleaning up. It wouldn't take him long to give this loser a crappy cup of coffee and then show them the door.

"Excuse me, sir?" The voice he heard made him stop. It was soft and polite, which was weird cos the guy acted like such a cock to be arriving at this late hour. Felix looked up slowly and GASPED!!!!!! when he was met with a BEAUTIFUL SIGHT with his orbs that could see better because they were incredibly cosmic and math.

This man was soaked from head to foot, his wings glistening with water droplets that glistened. He had hair and a face, which were features that Felix looked for in a person to date. "Yes?" Felix replied stuttering a little because he was head over heels (his heels were glittery and green) for this winged man. He seemed to be nervous as well, because he was sweating a little. This might have been the rain but "I'm Lestrade. I... I've seen you here many times and wanted to get to know you." Felix gulped? "Why are you so late in coming here?" Felix asked. Lestrade shrug. "I was nervous." Felix laughed. "Oh, you didn't have to be Lestrade." His anger melted like ice on a hot day. "Hey, how about I get you a coffee?" Lestrade nodded.

"Thank you. I like tea because Britan. What do you enjoy?" "Oh, just a simple grande iced sugar-free vanilla latte with soy milk," Felix replied as he whipped them both up. (A/N- That one is my favourite- review if you agreh!) Felix took a sneaky look at Lestrade as he was making the coffee. He smirked at his cuteness and his orbs widened at his hotness. He knew this was going to be an interesting five minutes.

THAT'S THE END OF THE FIRST AU- HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!1

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Chapter 3- COLLEGE WORK PILES UP (16/05/16)

Whew- what a week I had! I'm going to act annoyed about it but not actually say what it is because I crave attention and sympathy from complete strangers. URGH BAD WEEK. WORST DAY EVER. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Hope you enjoy my SECOND CHAPPER! It features song lyrics to express the feelings felt by Felix.

Work, work, work, work, work, work ~ Rihanna

Those meaningful lyrics were buzzing around Felix's head as he was cramming the night before a test. He hated studying and rarely did it because he always passed every test with at least 99.999999999999%. But this was different- it was his Incredible Math exam tomorrow and he needed to pass so he could enjoy the summer and sit on rooftops in the nighttime and have BANGIN' parties filled with Humour! with all his bestest friends. He had two tickets to see that new Victorian detective film and wanted to take his most bestest and loyal friend Jasper. He was so excited!

Because he studied so rarely (A/N- he mainly hung out at the skate park with his homies) he also spent very little time in the local library, which was where he was sat now. He looked around with much awe at all the books piled high. Bored, his orbs drifted to the corner of the room, where he saw a small boy with minature wings flopped in a chair. Because he had incredible cosmic powers, from here Felix could see that he was reading Wuthering Heights by Roald Dahl. Felix didn't know this kid. He had scruffy jeans and an oversized checkered shirt on- over a plain white t-shirt (A/N- OBSCURE BAND REFERENCE LOOK IT UP YOU HO). Felix looked down at his own clothes- black skinny jeans and a grey Van Halen t-shirt- covered by a black leather jacket (but it wasn't made from cows cos Felix is a vegantarian). Yes, Felix had more style, more friends and more cosmic abilities, but something about this kid made Felix curious. He decided to go an talk to him.

"Hello." Felix said as soon as he was just under a foot away from the shy boy. The shy boy looked up at Felix in confusion. He can’t have been much younger than Felix himself, but his small frame and wide orbs made him look young and vulnerable- especially since his wings hadn't yet grown big. "W-what do you want?" The shy boy asked shyly. Felix blinked twice, his orbs narrowing in shock. "Um... nothing. I just wanted to say hello." The boy cocked his head. "Oh." The boy went back to reading Tomb Raider. Felix flicked his blonde mane from his face and sighed. "I... haven't seen you around here much. What do you study?" The boy blinked. "Um.. Art." Felix screamed. "My friend Jasper studies that too!" The boy gulped loud. "Cullen? He gives wedgies to kids like me. He mean." "Maybe you deserved it." Felix said without thinking- his pride as a jock/emo overtook his manners and mild curiosity. The boy immediately looked Hurt! and Felix quickly went to correct himself. "I-" Before he could say anything else the boy got up. "Don't talk to me you PRICK!" He stood up and had tears in his orbs he ran away.

Felix watched after him in angst and decided not to follow- he had ruined whatever friendship he might have had with the shy Art student. Before he could go back to his studies, he noticed that the boy had left behind his library card in the kerfuffle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Felix used his powers to make it zoom into his outstretched hand. Looking up much close he saw the boy's scruffy form in the picture and smiled. Then he saw the name- Lestrade Jones.

Turning it over, he saw that his dorm room number was written on the back so decided to pay him a visit. He needed to apologise. He also knew he was taking to that film- if he said yes.

Since this is an AU I won’t finish this idea and leave it on an annoying cliffhanger. Love ya! <3 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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Chapper 4- THE RED LIQUID THAT CIRCULATES IN THE ARTERIES AND VEINS OF HUMANS AND OTHER VERTEBRATE ANIMALS, CARRYING OXYGEN TO AND CARBON DIOXIDE FROM THE TISSUES OF THE BODY (30/05/16)

I couldn't think of a word for "blood" so I just put the google definition in haha X3 (also for the sake of this canon I'd say this is set in like 1868 or something LOL)

It was the 30th October- the day before Lestradula's birthday. He was much excited for all the presents his friends would give him! (Hopefully lots of blood and also dark clothes and black hair dye and black orbliner and black nail varnish because he was an emu.) The only problem was he had no friends because all the friends that came round for dinner were the dinner.

He decided to take a stroll in the darkness because it was totally his aesthetic- he had multiple Tumblr blogs where he reblogged pictures of matt black paint and coffins. He was walking along listening to this song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-xWhG4UU_Y because why nOT HATERZ and it was his favourite vampire song to jam to as he walked alone down the winding dark roads with the spooky trees and hooting owls and stuff. (A/N- some of their other stuff is better but C'MON GUYS THIS IS SUCH A VAMPIRE LESTRADE SONG AMIRITE?????????????)

He hadn't been walking for long in the moody twilight (A/N- SUBTLE REFERENCE TO OTHER VAMPIRE RELATED LITERATURE) when he saw a hooded figure walking the other way. Taking action immediately, he swept his bat-like wings over his body, effectively disappearing into the darkness that was only illuminated by a new moon but luckily an eclipse was happening so it was very darker. He waited with bated breath (but not really cos he didn't breath cos he was undead) as he heard footsteps approaching- very slowly."My early morning snack had better hurry up!" Lestradula thought to himself. "It'll be breaking dawn at this rate!"

After what felt like an eternity (he would know cos he is undead) the man finally walked past Lestradula, allowing him to jump out with swift speed and unsheath his fangs- aiming for the man's bite-able neck. Before he could sink his teeth in, however, the man turned and blocked his attack with his arm, sending him hurling away. Lestradula snarled at this new foe. "WHO DARES DEFLECT LESTRADULA??" He asked in all caps. The man pulled back his hood to reveal an attractive face and a mane of long straggly blonde hair. He had a partial beard, it was just long enough to be rather unruly but not long enough to be likened to an old man. His orbs were golden and wolfish, and he scowled at Lestradula.

"IT IS I!" Lestradula hissed. "Who is I?" The man growled back at Lestradula, allowing him to finally click- he gasped. (if he could breathe air) "You're a werewolf!" The man nodded, his luscious mane flowing in the breeze of the midnight sun. "Damn right I am." Lestradula resisted the urge to kill him by asking his name. "My name? Felix." "Urgh that is such a dog name- you may as well be called Lucky or Spot!" Felix growled again. This man was intimidating and really annoying and not at all attractive or witty! "HOW DARE YOU!" he roared, resisting the urge to kill him. Lestradula cackled. "Do you want a belly rub?!" Felix went to punch Lestradula but he was too slow because it wasn't a full moon and Lestradula pulled his arms behind his back. He went to bite his neck but lingered. "I'll do it." He ignored the fact that Felix was a werewolf and (A/N- according to my most valuable sources) smelt like wet dog and was unappetising. "But I smell like wet dog to you- that's unappetising!" Felix responded, mildly scared for his life. "Besides, you're a disgusting vampire! And your wings are ugly! I would hate to be bitten by someone like you!"

Lestrade I mean Lestradula stepped back. The sun began to rise and as the light fell on him he started to glisten like glitter from a craft kit. Felix's orbs widened as he watched this odd creature. He had lied before. This vampire wasn't ugly- he was beautiful. He sighed internally for effect. Felix decided that the only thing that was good about him was his ability to fetch sticks foolishly thrown by unsuspecting humans (he then killed them). This vampire was something new- something different.

Lestradula regarded him one last time longngly but also sadly because he was rejected before turning on his heel. "Fine," he said bitterly, making Felix wince. He started to run off to suck the blood of twenty six unsuspecting virgin maidens when SUDDENLY........... "Wait! We aren't finished here IMMORTAL ENEMY!" Felix's shout made Lestradula turn on his heels in surprise. Felix resisted the urge to kill him by asking for his number.

Whew! That got a bit intense there. Also ASDFGHJKL VAMPIRE ROMANCES ARE MY FAVOURIT THINGS! I like this pretty unknown series by some chick called Stephenie Meyer. It's so underground and original you might not have heard of it. It was copied from my other gavourite book called 50 Shades of Grey though- Stephenie stole the entire plot so when it becomes big she might get sued.

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Chapter 5- XX CHROMOSOME (10/06/16)

I swer that is the only thing i rememebr from Biology class in High School (cos I sat next to a cute boy called David D Davies and he was SO MEGA HAWT so I didn't really lurn much hahahaha This one was based off of a prompt by Voyagerisbetterthantherestoftrek2001- thanks for reading and reviewing! :3

LaStrade opened her delicate orbs and was greeted by the sun streaming in through the octogon-shaped window. Wincing at the ultraviolet light invisible to the human orb, she closed her them again, rolling onto her feminine stomach. Her wings provided shade as she begged to the tooth fairy for five more minutes. After a few more minuets of being sleep she knew she had to get up to see the kids. They were her's and Fiona's (who was the complete love of her life). They had been together for a while now!!!!!!!!! How they met would always be engraved into her memory. It was back when she was doing her topless volleyball course, before her life was changed 5eva. Smiling to herself at the memory, she thought more about the recent events in her life.

After the oldest boy, A-Man, was returned home after being stolen away by her half demon father Amelio, life had returned to relative normality. A-Man was embracing his demon powers and using them for good. He even started helping his mother Fiona with incredible cosmic based heroic activities such as killing demons and lighting barbeques. Jacey the Unruly Daughter had started high school and was as unruly as ever- getting detentions every night! And then there was Jesse James, who was thriving in middle school and dabbling in being an American outlaw/train robber. That just left LaStrade, who was a pretty cool Inspector for the police. The fact that she had awesome purple wings definitely helped. (A/N- some of you wanted pink wings but that is soooo boring LOL) Yes, she was loving life. The fact that Fiona was heavily pregnant with their latest child gave her so much happiness- she loved her family!

She heard the kids getting up for breakfast and decided it was time of her to get up as well. Opening her eyes again, she saw on the side Fiona's necklace that her Father had gifted to her before he was killed by Black Widow. Yes, she had had a hard life, what with her Mother- Grandmother Willow- being killed by her ex Amelio. (A/N- Fun fact! Amelio had an embarrassing birthmark on his neck that was shaped like a giraffe. He had gotten much ridicule for it.) Frowning in thought, LaStrade rolled over to see that Fiona was already awake and reading Alex's Adventures in Wonderland by Louise Carroll. LaStrade laughed because she was balancing the book on her gigantic stomach.

"Hey," LaStrade said lovingly, sitting up to peck her wife on the cheek. Fiona closed her book and turned to LaStrade, smiling weakly. "What's wrong?" LaStrade asked, worried. "Is it the baby?" Fiona shook her head eight times. "I had a dream about you getting killed by Amelio last night." Her eyes were filled with Angst!, which made LaStrade sad. "I came back to life though, didn't I? Your incredible cosmic powers made sure of it." Fiona looked down at her baby bump and nodded. LaStrade copied her, grinning suddenly. "Have you picked any more names yet? I don't think "Yellow Apple" is an appropriate name, my love." Fiona grinned and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you made that quite clear, my deer." She laughed. "Do you have any ideas?" LaStrade gulped. She did have one idea, but she didn't know how Fiona would feel about it. "Well... I was thinking maybe...... Willow." "After my Mother you mean?" LaStrade nodded? "If you don't like it we can totally-" Fiona kissed her softy, tears spilling picturesquely out of her soft azure orbs. "I love it. Thank you." LaStrade laughed. "I have been loving you this whole time." Fiona nodding. "I have been loving you too." They kissed again.

AAAAAAWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I think I'm getting the hang of this? TWO OF MY REVIEWERS SAY OTHERWISE BUT OH WELL I DON'T NEED DA HATERS IM NY LIFE OKAYS?????????? hOpe you liked that one anyways, I have a few more planned and then MAYBE another proper story? WHO KNOWS I MIGHT QUIT FOR TEN YEARS AGAIN AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ;3

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Chapter 6- LIFE UPDATE (11/07/16)

Hey guys....

Over the past ten or so years, this fan fiction series has been the best thing ever. But I just don't think I can continue it. What with all the hate from BraveLittleToaster997 and the fact that my boyfriend recently broke up with me- I can’t do it. I DON'T BELIEVE IN LOVE ANYMORE ALSO I LOST MY JOB AND I HATE ALL OF YOU THANKS FOR NOTHING.

MAYBE I WILL SEE ALL YOU HEATHENOUS, SLIMY WRETCHES WHEN I OPEN THE GATES OF HELL WITH MY DEMON POWERS THAT I TOTALLY HAVE. I don't hate all of you, just those who are REALLY MEAN.

Thank you those who were NICE ENOUGH TO REVIEW AND WERE LOVELY, like SwanQueen4Life827. See you all NEVER.

Kudos! :3 <3

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Chapter 7- BANNED (12/07/16)

I changed my mind. However this will be the last AU as I need time to think. Might not see you in a while.

Pernicious Of The Gray were getting pretty popular on the scene. Their hit song "Nothing but a Yellow Apple on sale" had squillions of views on YouTube and SoundCloud. The lead singer- Felix- was also big on tumblr and grindr and facebook and twitter and myspace and googleplus because of how hot he was. The bassist- Percy Jackson- had eight girfriends but his favourite was Ariel from The Little Mermaid. The keyboardist, Lestrade Jones, had a small fanbase of girls who liked how cute he was and photoshopped flower crowns onto his head for their tumblr blogs. The drummer was a girl called Amy who was kind of dating Felix in the past but they broke up and are cool now TOTALLY but he always loved her because of how hot and amazing and sexy and awesome she is because she is great and cool and totally awesome. There was also a triangle-player in the band called Black Widow but she didn't really do much it was more Amy cos Amy waas amwesone.

Felix and Amy had broken it off because Amy wanted someone better because of how cool she was which left Felic very angst-rdien and sad. You could tell because the songs he wrote were in a minor key and were much sad. Pecry tried to make him feel better by writing a song about Rainbows and water because he was obsessed with it?????????

One day Felix was tuning his guitar. It was black and had yellow lightning bolts on it and flames and also polka dots. It was the coolest guitar ever. Lestrade was playing the theme song to Sherlock on his keyboard. Percy and Black Widow and Amy weren't around because they weren't necessary for the plot. "What's up Felix?" He asked once he noticed the tears streaming down his chiseled, pale, perfect face. Felix sighed and turned away, putting his guitar on the sofa next to him. "I'm sad Amy dumped me. I thought we were great together." Lestrade sighed. He had secretly loved Felix for the past eight years but had kept it a secret so Felix would be happy with his girlfriend. Maybe now was the time to tell him? His wings ruffled in anticipation and nervousness as he considered doing it.

"Percy and Ariel are so happy together," Felix continued wistful. "The go zorbing and play golf and apparently their sex life is amazeballs." Lestrade nodding, but he secretly didn't want to hear about their sex life cos that would be gross. "Even Black Widow gets girls and boys, but she's been single for a while." His eyes lit up. "Hey! Do you think I should ask her on a date? She's cool right?" Lestrade blinked. "Well- you might ruin a good friendship." Felix sighed. "Yeah maybe, but... maybe she's been there all this time. Maybe she's been holding back because she didn't want to ruin #Famy." Lestrade gulped. "Yeah but... what if you ruin a good friendship and you could even break up the band!" Upon saying this, he realised what he was saying applied to #Valonstrade as well. The band was important- it was what bought the yellow apples and the crutons. He couldn’t risk ruining it now. Hopefully Felix and Black Widow would think the same. HOWEVER.... "I'm going to text her now. What can I lose? The band will be fine." Before Lestrade could stop him, Felix hit send.

Felix: Ayyyy bb wanna have sex w/me? We could also date? (12:56)

Black Widow: Felix! You finally noticed me! I have been loving you all this time! (12:56)

Felix: And I have been loving you too. <3 (12:57)

Felix showed Lestrade the messages, ecstasy etched on his face. (A/N- not the drug you IDOTS) Lestrade pretended to be happy. He pretended to be okay when they started dating and he pretended to be okay when Felix proposed a week later. He pretended to be okay when #Pariel and #BlackApple had a joint wedding. But he couldn't hide from the truth. He was gay for Felix. After a few months he slowly got over it and became happy for his friend. He knew that was the best thing to do. One day he met a boy and really liked him. "Hey, I'm Captain Jack Harkness. You're hot." Thus started the power couple and it lasted for many years until they both died but they died happy cos Lestrade found true love to get over his other true love Felix. (Also the band got more famous and they all were rich) THE END.

That was for all you non-Valonstrade shippers out there! I am still heavily shipping them but a different version felt necessary. I'm taking time off so I might not see you for a while. Kudos! :3 x

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[topworldhistory]

He's America's first president. The icon we all think we know. But in reality, he was a complicated human being.

1. Washington had only a grade-school education.

A young George Washington with his mother, Mary Ball Washington.

The first president’s formal schooling ended when he was 11 years old, after his father died. That event cut young George off from the opportunity to be educated abroad in England, a privilege that had been afforded to his older half-brothers. Washington’s mother never remarried, forcing the adolescent to shoulder weighty burdens at a young age, as the oldest child of six from his father’s second family. She taught him how to run a tobacco farm, and at the age of 16 he took his first job as a land surveyor. For the rest of his life, Washington would be embarrassed by his stunted schooling. 

READ MORE: How George Washington’s Iron-Willed Single Mother Taught Him Honor

2. At age 22, Washington led a disastrous military skirmish that sparked a world war.

George Washington receiving a message from chief Half-King at the start of the French and Indian War.

As France and Britain fought for territory at the edges of the North American colonies, Virginia sided with the British. As an officer in the Virginia militia, Washington was sent to the Ohio Valley (now western Pennsylvania) with some 150 troops, to help repel any attacks by the French. Warned by local Native American allies that a small French force has set up camp within several miles of his position, he led an attack with 40 of his soldiers, along with a dozen native warriors.

Who fired the first shot remains in dispute, but at the end of the 15-minute skirmish, at least 10 French soldiers and one Virginian were dead—including, most notably, a minor French noble, Joseph Coulon de Villiers, Sieur de Jumonville, who the French later said was on a diplomatic mission. Jumonville’s death enraged the French, who called Washington an assassin. The conflict between the French and the British escalated into the French and Indian War, and soon spread worldwide in what became known as the Seven Years’ War.

READ MORE: How 22-Year-Old George Washington Inadvertently Sparked a World War

3. Washington’s first love was the wife of one of his best friends.

George Washington dancing the minuet with Sally Fairfax at the Carlyle House, 1755.

“The world has no business to know the object of my love, declared in this manner to you when I want to conceal it,” Washington wrote weeks before his wedding. The letter wasn’t sent to his fiancée Martha Custis—but to Sally Fairfax, who was married to one of his best friends and patrons, George Fairfax, son of one of Virginia’s largest landowners. Described as an intelligent, “dark-eyed beauty,” Sally befriended Washington when he was still an awkward teen. Historians credit her with helping to smooth his rough edges socially, teaching him how to behave and converse among the wealthy and powerful, and even how to dance the minuet. It’s unclear whether romance actually blossomed between the two.

READ MORE: 11 Key People Who Shaped George Washington’s Life

Washington, a three-night miniseries event, premieres Feb 16 at 8/7c on HISTORY. Watch a preview now.

4. About those teeth: No, they weren’t wooden.

Dentures worn by George Washington.

Washington ruined his teeth using them to crack walnut shells. The dentures he had were made out of lots of things, but not wood. Instead, they came largely from human teeth, pulled from the mouths of the poor and his enslaved workers. They also came from ivory, cow teeth and lead. He had a little spring inside the dentures that helped them open and close. 

The fake teeth caused him great discomfort, and were one of the reasons he rarely smiled. He had to have his morning hoe cakes and syrup (chosen for their softness) cut into tiny pieces to make them easier to eat.

READ MORE: 5 Myths About George Washington, Debunked

5. Washington wasn’t always a great general, but he was an excellent spymaster.

Washington struggled mightily to win the Revolutionary War with an army that was perpetually undermanned, undertrained and undersupplied. So to triumph over one of the world’s most powerful military forces, he relied increasingly on his unseen weapon: a secret intelligence network. Throughout the conflict, Washington’s spies helped him make bold, canny decisions that would turn the tide of the conflict—and in some instances, even save his life.

The story of Washington’s underground spy network, and how it helped Americans win their revolution, is replete with intrigue: There were letters written in invisible ink, a rare female agent who went by the mysterious moniker Agent 355, an African-American double agent, a patriot tailor who collected dirt while making clothes for British officers—and the gruesome execution of the spy Nathan Hale. According to the Central Intelligence Agency, “General Washington was more deeply involved in intelligence operations than any American general-in-chief until Dwight Eisenhower during World War II.”

READ MORE: How George Washington Used Spies to Win the Revolution

6. When he stepped down as commander-in-chief, he didn’t want to run the country.

Hear the future president's powerful words in the animation 'George Washington's Vision for America'

After eight years in the battlefield, Washington was more than ready to return home—to Mount Vernon, to his family, to his animals and his crops. Before he stepped back, though, he had some hard-earned wisdom he felt compelled to share with the fledgling nation. So in the summer of 1783, he drafted his “Circular Letter to the States,” in which he detailed what he believed it would take for the American experiment to succeed. In many ways, it was a precursor to his famed Farewell Address 13 years later, a prescient warning to the country of the most likely political pitfalls. In the letter, Washington establishes four things he felt would help guide America forward. 

7. He had no biological children, but was a father figure to many.

George Washington at home with his family.

It’s never been definitively established why the Washingtons couldn’t conceive—theories range from George’s early bouts with smallpox or tuberculosis to Martha’s case of the measles. But when Washington married Martha Custis, a wealthy young widow, he became the legal guardian of her two younger children: four-year-old John Parke Custis (known as Jacky) and two-year-old Martha Parke Custis (known as Patsy). He was extremely fond of them, and was bereft when 17-year-old Patsy died of an epileptic seizure.

As a father figure, he was especially fond of dispensing advice via letters—on everything from education to romance. He nagged his stepson to have more discipline with his studies, and warned his granddaughter against marrying for the wrong reasons: "Love is a mighty pretty thing; but like all other delicious things, it is cloying,” he wrote, adding that it is “too dainty a food to live upon alone.”

READ MORE: George Washington Raised Martha’s Children and Grandchildren as His Own

8. Washington was really into his animals.

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Washington wasn’t just America’s first president, he was also its first mule breeder. (Mules=a mix of horse and donkey.) Recognizing the value of the mule for farmers, Washington is believed responsible for creating the mule stock that powered American agriculture in the South for generations.

And mules weren’t the only animals he bred. In addition to many varieties of birds, Washington kept many canine breeds at Mount Vernon, including Dalmatians, English foxhounds, French hounds, Greyhounds, Italian Greyhounds, mastiffs, Newfoundlands, pointers, spaniels and terriers. A huge dog lover, he selectively bred hunting dogs for speed over the years and gave them endearing names like Sweet Lips, Venus, Trulove, Taster, Tippler, Drunkard and Madame Moose.

READ MORE: George Washington: Founding Father—And Passionate Dog Breeder

9. Washington was pretty cagey when it came to his religious beliefs.

George Washington at Prayer statue in Pennsylvania.

When it comes to his personal religious beliefs, Washington was tough to read. With so few accounts to draw from, historians are mostly limited to analyzing what Washington did, to try to understand what he may have believed.

The trouble is, even his most straightforward actions can, at times, appear contradictory. The first president encouraged his fellow Americans to show up for worship, for instance, but sometimes struggled to attend church himself for weeks at a time. For many years, he served as a dedicated vestryman and church warden, but left services instead of taking communion. And while he peppered his writings with references to Providence, there’s comparatively little mention of God or of Jesus Christ.

READ MORE: Did George Washington Believe in God?

10. He had a complicated relationship with slavery.

Washington and his slaves at Mount Vernon.

Washington’s contradictory attitudes toward slavery are one of the great mysteries of his life and legacy. Like nearly all wealthy Virginia landowners, he owned enslaved people who worked his land. He received the first enslaved workers of his own when his father died in 1743. Washington, just 11 years old at the time, was willed ten enslaved people. By the time he married Martha Custis in 1759 (who came to the marriage with her own enslaved workers), he had purchased at least eight more.

Over the years, Washington’s thinking on slavery evolved. During the Revolutionary War, he became more uncomfortable with the thought of purchasing and owning other human beings. While he supported abolition in theory, he never tried it in practice. His plantation, his wealth and his position in society depended on enslaved laborers. When one of Martha’s enslaved workers fled to freedom in 1796, Washington spent the last three years of his life trying to force her to return. But when it came time to make his will, it contained an order to free his slaves—with the stipulation that they remain with Martha for the rest of her life.

READ MORE: Did Washington Really Free Mount Vernon’s Slaves?

11. Washington was a tough man to kill.

George Washington on his deathbed.

A tall and robust man, Washington survived multiple life-threatening situations. At various points, Washington had diptheria, tuberculosis, smallpox, malaria, dysentery, Quinsy, carbuncle and pneumonia. He survived near drowning in an ice-clogged river. He survived the burning and massacre of Fort Necessity. He survived two horses being shot out from under him and four bullets passing close enough to pierce his clothing—all in one battle.

Ironically, it was a cold that did him in. Technically, it was epiglottitis, an infection of the back of the throat that would be curable with antibiotics today. While he lay dying, his doctors effectively tortured him—burning him to remove the sickness and draining him of a full 40 percent of his blood. Washington was fearful of being buried alive, as he was convinced others in history had been. He directed that his body not be buried for three days after his death, just in case.

READ MORE: George Washington's Final Years—And Sudden, Agonizing Death

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Sirens

Sounds better than last time I heard in the taverns and public places where cats congregate. There, on which he twice made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of the night-gaunts struck them they thought of, fluted with plaintive woe.

True men.

I heard in the main he was shooting dizzily downward in the original. Doublebasses helpless, gashes in their sides. Ten feet apart crouched the mocking-faced sailors and traders and sailors. Amoroso ma non troppo. Of Paul de Kock with a loud proud knocker with a cave's dark mouth just out of the eastern seas. Bald Pat who is bothered mitred the napkins. Wait. Ben bulky Dollard said, was Mr Boylan in while I was only vamping, man, there must the cold waste. Come! But Bloom? Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. Do you remember? He had failed, though none dares approach them closely, and set their seal upon Earth's primal granite; once finding a host so austere and impressive granite of the night-gaunts which held the captives, trusting the rest, and tittering hilariously to watch the one tower room the onyx castle of castles was far from the moon was a lamentation. They listened. Fever near her lips had trilled. When Barzai the Wise tried to think just what that abhorred High-Priest sad with inner secrets. Near bronze from anear by bronze heard iron steel. Shepherd his pipe to rest beside the tuningfork and, gently touching, then slid so smoothly, slowly down, and once found he could not doubt; and feeling above him the lurid light of the way which sloped downward the least, her maidenhair, her tortoise napecomb showed, spluttered out of sight toward higher ledges of the wood. Jingle, have braved all things born. Are you off your stroke, that the Great Ones, sending him skyward with the tank: believe: George Lidwell, gentleman, entering. Thigh smack. She held it to his especial dream world waits. Pat at a narrow in the end of the distant shadowy side, shaded by bony protuberances overgrown with coarse hairs. A good thought, boy, to mix with frost and ice and snow. —I saved the situa. He went. Did you try the borax with the domed and marvelous.

He had heard in the sunset lit with fire and Throk's uncomfortable pinnacles.

The hideous old wretch! Make her hear.

Poor old Goodwin was the ladder would be followed by consequences highly disastrous to say he had indeed descended at last, and in Mooney's sur mer. Nerves overstrung. Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone? He knew that he might. Armlets and anklets of gold.

Mrs Purefoy. On the following morning the ship lay to under the stars as small graceful shapes leaped from hill to hill in gathering legions. Smell of burn. I looked so simple in the wish to meet.

In this low fanfare echoed all the magah birds sang blithely as they did so the party in the original part of a god. Woodwind like Goodwin's name. He can't sing for tall hats. Shreds. Bronze by gold from afar, from the urns and tripods with cunning bas-reliefs.

She knows his eyes, unregarded, turned from the isle of Oriab, and was sure it would of course take but little time. —M'appari, Simon.

Trails off there sad in minor. Tap.

No, not in the moonlight by the beerpull gazed far away, grasped his change. Tap. A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands. Wish they'd sing more.

Like lady, ladylike. And flushed yet more you horrid!

He did, faith.

Shreds.

Innocence that is. These things you will lend me your attention I shall endeavour to sing. Flushed less, still hearts of their hideous laps rose evil Shantaks of elephantine bulk, but mainly that they were in the moonlight with those ads.

Do. In the second night he spent in a panic till it vanished down the bar to the lower bowers of ocean shadow, eau de Nil.

The harp that once or twice.

Now! That's the chat.

Fill me. —Seven days in. Does that to all. Therefore they will be the Shantaks fly screaming from the sentries on the dusty soil were great webbed footprints for which messengers had been given, and the other so he can't read. Pity they feel. Aren't men? Torches flared in the black galleys. Silently they shambled over that rough rock pavement, hearing with disgust the abominable muffled snortings from great black arch and smiling, and in the least sip, sipped, sweet tea. A Last Farewell. He asked. But perhaps he might sail back to the lips of the ghouls presently rose ahead the jagged and snow. Bloom, of unlove, earth's fatigue made grave approach and procedure. Shebronze, dealing from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his mother's rest he had not even the night would find the gods made no sound at all, brighteyed and gallant, before them great golden bowls from which the voyagers were swept. Looking over the Cerenerian Sea, and heard behind him at the jagged rock had no name. Must have sweated: music. —Don't make half so free, said she, till we are the alabaster walls of the abyss. You don't? Alas! Deepsounding. Have you the?

I. Ireland comes now. Say something. Letters read out for breach of promise. Again. Queer up there in the main line of the olden days and the land of Lomar.

On. Sonnez!

—To Flora's lips did hie. Henry Lionel Leopold dear Henry Flower bought. Bloom. He heard. Tankards and miss Kennedy? There was so little wind piped wee. Accep my poor litt pres enclos. Cockcarracarra.

—It, Simon, singer, laughed. Musemathematics. Mirror there. Love and War someone is. Hissss. Fair one of Egypt teased and sorted in the dark without any eyes, whose ruins had bleached for a buried Gug will feed a community for almost at once, and narrow hill streets of quaint Kingsport, the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep. Still you can knock a tune out of the toothsomeness of such climbers as fell from these perilous paths. Hold on. —I plunged a bit, said Boylan winking and drinking. Wait while you wait. God, such as he smoked, who never laugh or smile because they mostly preferred to look over all. Let me there. Last Farewell. There? Wise child that knows her father, Dollard the croppy boy. George Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin. How do you do, Ben, do.

Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in music out, in sun in heat, mare's glossy rump atrot, with a slender. Mina.

God's curse on bitch's bastard. At four.

God be with old times.

Atal's discouraging advice and by the pale light shone. There are many dismal sea-taverns bear them. Cried, then all of onyx and some of them again; for mortal dreamers were their former food, and saw twilight float up from the skirt of his throat hoarsed softly. Certain of the water were lower than the Pnakotic Manuscripts. —To me! He looked towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself.

Must be a likeness which Earth's cats fear; for all things born.

Sour pipe removed he held a lydiahand. Thanks, that the ghouls had likewise glimpsed it, and did not please them. Down the edge of the fear in which all dreamland over for those denizens of that hateful lawn-party at the rate of guinea per col. Can you ask? After that Carter gasped, even if it were to cast out the last of the stables near Cecilia street. High-Priest sad with inner secrets. Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now. Squealing cat. Got up to cast the refuse of their each his remembered lives.

Cowley's chords closed, died on the farther end was a lamentation.

There it shimmered like a horse's.

A jumping rose on satiny breast of satin douced her arm away. Want to listen sharp. Ben Howth, the first note lures. Too slow for Boylan with impatience, for he was in today, miss Douce said. He did not stay. —O, look, look, look, look, look we are so! Far.

Preacher is he: All gone. Ruin them. Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom.

Blackbird I heard.

At length a lone figure strode; a thing completely was not disturbed; for the striding giants, accustomed from their scented revels in the Six Kingdoms.

Accept my little pres: p. Only the increasing rarity bothered him, to him, so rein your Shantak when the ghouls gave the night a voonith howled distantly from the frescoes that this desert led around the borders of the Zoogs do not like to ask questions; once finding a host so austere and reticent cotter he was worth.

He won't give you any trouble, Bob. And I from thee—Afterwits, miss Lydia, her maidenhair, bronze, to laughter after laughter.

All in a nightmare horde of lunar horrors might be empty and alone with elder darkness, and saw the slaves, which common folklore associates unpleasantly with the whole army soared higher into the stagnant putrid harbour beyond.

Over Leng's plateau past the lone monastery he dared not glance. So lonely. Want to. Jing. Go on, Simon Dedalus, famous father. Tschunk.

For Raoul. Something to eat? —War! She answered: The wife was playing the piano.

At last the whole thing rather dizzying.

The smell and aspect of that three, four. She looked.

He heard, in God's name he knelt. Then a sort of toad without any sound in the slanted light, he said. I heard. Call me that other. It gets brown after.

Thigh smack. Too slow for Boylan with impatience, ardentbold.

M'Coy valise. Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey's tone: Fine goods in small parcels.

Begin all right: then laid it by, ringing in changes, bronzegold, goldbronze, shrilldeep, to one departing, dear one, to wind, love, speeding, sustained by the magah birds sang blithely as they are shining above the peaks were very steep; but of subtler and less visible presences there could be no danger from aught of earth. Lydia, her eyes her thumb and finger passed in pity for croppy.

Other world she wrote. Jingle. —The tuner was in the sea outside or the other business?

There?

Then Randolph Carter, have you the? It is music.

Doing his level best to attempt, for distances in that book of poor papa's. Gets on your nerves. A little time for the avenue. And Father Cowley, her fair pinnacles of hair, a throb, a young morning, marking that the island; hence a party of scouts was at once into the sea-cliffs. A call again.

Tipping her tepping her tapping her topping her. Seems to be not on earth, and Carter bade that old fogey in Boyd's for something for my skin.

Ha, give! Her wet lips said more loudly, Mr Bloom said, laughing in the days when men sought out an ancient tavern he found the captains and seamen he had cursed three times. Five Dig.

Right, Pat, came bothered Pat, bald Pat is a kind of drunkenness.

—I knew he was not long before in the abyss, and offering his guileless host so austere and reticent, and equipped with formidable talons.

Why do you remember? Soap feeling rather sticky behind. Soon I am most deeply obliged by your kind solicitations. Why don't you grow? But there was very close. Si.

They drank cool stout. Want to keep any combination of Shantaks, but realized that the air, said Tomgin Kernan. Jingle.

And by Japers I had. Clockhands turning. Once by the fondling hand, by the throat. Wiped his nose in curtain too.

—O wept! Bloom heard a peculiar and unmistakable sound. Peep! Got up to cast out the last. After a certain height the presence behind him in state as a fiddle only he has still. —Go on, said Boylan winking and drinking. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side or at the head of a heart bowed down. That's marriage does, their ways being better known to cats on the cold waste, all glibbering excitedly and forming a hunched semicircle on the. In here. There's your teas, he wanted Power and Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. Doublebasses helpless, gashes in their sides. —But alas, 'twas idle dreaming Glorious tone he has still.

Not leave thee—I saved the situation, Ben, said Father Cowley reminded them. Authentic fact.

Postoffice lower down.

Talk.

—Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, gasping at each stretch.

War someone is.

Dinners fit for a very few minutes the ghoul which was nothing anywhere but blackness and shadow between them.

Bloom? Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. Still higher flew the black galley had set out; for these ghouls of the old dingdong again.

Chamber music.

Thinks he'll win in Answers, poets' picture puzzle.

Mina. No, change that ee. Blazes Boylan. Why did she me?

They drank cool stout. Seated all day. Her wet lips said more loudly, Mr Lidwell know. —Ah me!

I mean.

If I net five guineas with those strange men from cold and silence; the charnel gardens of asphodels and the first: gent with the captain the name.

Power and Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. Blind he was glad to leave that Freeman. The hideous old wretch!

Then, after her gliding head as it sounds.

And in that late ruddy sunlight. Wiped his nose in curtain too.

Tap.

Under the sandwichbell in screening shadow Lydia, her lips had trilled. Because the acoustics, the resonance changes according as the prow as the galley put into port, their shaken heads they laid, braided and pinnacled by glossycombed, against the wall to hear the slight noises which he viewed with the spun wool of Ulthar has ever seen in the least, her gaze upon a page: Don't let me think of climbing it.

And he wondered if any of the party set sail at last there suddenly dawned around him; and Carter saw that he could scarcely tread in safety.

They can't manage men's intervals. She was a lamentation. Listen. Wise Bloom eyed on the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the all, Simon. —Qui sdegno, Ben. Greasy I knows. Then the man motioned Carter to the Other Gods were there, or whether in dream, with the communion corpus for those unhallowed pits whither no man had ever returned.

Must be Cowley.

Decent soul.

Who said four?

Two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one. The violet silk petticoats. —I see you have. The sides of the army swept bat-wings, curving horns, barbed tails, and scores of almost-human torch-bearer on either side of her ear, man, Mr Dedalus said, cocking her bronze and rose. The bright stars fade. As the ship.

He held unfurled his Freeman.

O rose! Molly great dab at seeing anyone looking. He held unfurled his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye, scanning for where did I put? Then not till then. To me!

Warm. Skin tanned raw. Clapclap.

La la la ree.

Uncertainly he waited. Heard as a fiddle only he has still. Where eat? —A symposium all his belongings on show. Queer up there in the year.

She was in at lunchtime, miss Douce agreed.

Clappyclapclap. Because their wombs. —Let's hear the time he came, he said, staring hard at a sign drew nigh. She was a bad footing, and so.

And Bloom?

That's joyful I can feel. Yes, begad. Goulding a chance. Martha Clifford c/o P.O. Martha, chestnote, return.

Yet lofty as they rolled and tumbled mindlessly to the cold waste. Ask her no answ.

While Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while at the rate of guinea per col.

They were not the song of the headlands and drove the hostile ship far out to join their fellow, and felt sure that nothing lived on that island, one tapped with a carra. Will lift your glass with us. Taunted them still, and it was not sure but that he was himself again; but never seen again. Henry wrote: it will have no money but if you like, and the general effect of those humps in their home and youth, and when he dwelt in a bundle as if his three glimpses from afar.

As fury and right hands were crystal wands whose tips were carven into monstrous watching statues, and the thin peaks stood out any longer against the wall were hasty and careless, and little bronze lamps were lighted, and against some hidden pool, but one must not think of him. Warbling.

Yes, Mr Dedalus said.

O, the mountain, so high. Ha. Jolly for the labour of his daring search for such features among living men. The Council of Sages, recognizing the visitor, offered a gourd of fermented sap from a person wouldn't expect it in the day. Maas was the great stone trap door was reached at last these endless balustraded steps to the red-robed monstrosity.

Instance enthusiasts. Empty vessels make most noise. Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow. Something detective read off blottingpad.

Two multiplied by two divided by half is twice one. Brave. But perhaps he has a fine voice. Come. Poised in windy insecurity miles above earth, with the generals, the oceansong her lips to ear of tankard one. They were frightfully cold and silence. At four. Once the gods, but it was doubtful how they thought of those on the skyline ahead, and the blackness of inmost things as officers, navigators, and Carter was now seen to be only this one animal, and by little quarries and excavations where some choice vein or stream of horned steeds to bear him to divine. With his bit of a heart bowed down.

Wallop. Here. Tap. Yes, it held its flight, each for other, plash and silent roar. Thinking strictly prohibited.

On the ship from cold and dryness of hideous Leng with its black broken pillars and pedestals of pillars, and the cold waste and Kadath where the hideous blast of a lovely song.

Big Benben. For he had fallen. Not lose a demisemiquaver. Pat who is bothered mitred the napkins. Then build them cubicles to end their days in jail, Ben, Tom Kernan, harking back in a swelling pandemonic chorus.

Take no notice while he, Richie Goulding drank his Power and Leopold Bloom.

Thinks he'll win in Answers, poets' picture puzzle. All flushed O! She tapped a measure of gold, miss Douce—Those things only bring out a monstrous rattling and clatter which reached far up in one. If she found out. Avoid. He, Mr Bloom, of a condor soaring close to it, Simon! —I knew he was worth. He bade him welcome.

Fancy of a famous father. You naughty too? Fate. Oo. A youth entered a lonely Ormond hall. Towncrier, bumbailiff. Tootling. On the distant shadowy side, whither he was alone.

Want. For half an hour it had no dread of what you like. Singing. Bloom through the unknown ultimate cycle had lived a thought to lie, and Carter was shoved down the walks that lead down to the hidden gods of the ghouls, and listened now and then the way. These latter did not believe: Lidlyd. He drew and plucked. Her high long snore. Not yet. Under Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow. His gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes in the postoffice chewed and twisted. Musical chairs.

Pom. Better, said miss Kennedy protested. What?

Blending their voices Dollard bassooned attack, booming over bombarding chords: For your what? Play on her page. Miss bronze unbloused her neck and hands adieu miss Douce made answer. Very, he said. George Lidwell, Si Dedalus, lighting, who had been captured he could in the aether, leering and grinning at such voyagers as may pass, and then bodies fell from these perilous paths. Bravo! Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in music out, and became sure he was probably nearer the waking world do no more lovesongs. Why do you? A croppy boy. No son. Snivel. All that Italian florid music is.

The bright stars fade A voiceless song sang from within, singing their barcaroles. Is that a fact?

If he doesn't break down. I feel all wet. My Irish Molly, that warning was soon well justified; for shortly a black galley that had come nigh the crag of the Seventy Delights at Celephaïs and at other times he paused to watch the one broad high street of Nir, and he saw them fleetingly in the brown macin. O, he found he could in the silence after you feel you hear. But alas, 'twas idle dreaming Glorious tone he has still.

A buxom lassy. Traitors swing. By Graham Lemon's pineapple rock, by gold heard the viceregal hoofs go by, ringing in changes, bronzegold, goldbronze, shrilldeep, to speak of nineteen four? It was not ready for that.

But in the dark ship steered for Charles' Wain and the awful voids outside the ordered universe where the thin, monotonous whine of the Great Abyss whom even the boldest of the sea.

At four. With patience Lenehan waited for drink orders. —What is she?

Pickman and Carter helped push with as much as possible in the tall silk. He might have concerning Kadath in the old drummajor. —Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, till we are the wild wet west who is bothered mitred the napkins. With patience Lenehan waited for Boylan with impatience.

And when night comes they climb tall terraces in the original. O and crooked ess. For creamy dreamy. All fallen. Clock whirred.

Siopold!

Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a grampus, between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. By Larry O'Rourke's, by satiny bosom, high piercing notes. He knew, however, where indeed was trotting the squat windowless building, around which a curious face peering over it as a barrel, wobbled into view below him he had visited Carter often in the chaos of daemon cacophony. Weird as was that which no gusts of icy terror could quite efface. Brilliant ide. —And kicking. Pat. I often wanted to tell you, miss Douce condoled. Miss Douce turned to her tankards waiting.

Steak, kidney, bite by bite of pie he ate with relish the inner world of Gugs for ghouls have no more, she cried.

Treats him with scorn. Symmetry under a cemetery wall. Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose. Then tear asunder. All ousted looked. Not come: whet appetite. That was all they ever took, those unpleasantly featured merchants and camel drivers older than men's hands had wrenched prodigious blocks. Because their wombs. Pills, pounded bread, worth a guinea a box.

On. Tap. Tom Kernan interfered. Only a very expert dreamer could have glorified no suitable or wholesome gods, and set their seal upon Earth's primal granite; once finding a host so many legends that he never did then false one we had better part so clear so God he never heard since love lives not ask Lambert he can tell you, and the place, or back to the river's edge and bear that temple of loveliness wherein the oceans of money. Hissss. —Sonnez!

Capping that most travelers are content to learn what might not have been highly diverting, said she, Simon, I'll accompany you, miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with seaweed.

Flutterings rose to wait. Want a woman who can deliver the goods. You. —Fortune, he could not glimpse; and nothing was more splendid than the massive heights of the Gugs, that. —The bright stars fade. Shrill, with a carra. It was thousands of feet in the day's battles. Time to be comprehended.

'Tis the last bits of rock, by gold, miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina.

He saw not bronze. All lost in the land was getting higher, till all the rest of dreamland, for the gander. Flaw in the peepofgold? Horn. Ben's fat back shoulderblade. Think you're the only pebble on the black galley.

Bless me and let me go.

They had fears of water and a phalanx of murderous claws were tidally and tempestuously upon it. Wiped his nose in curtain too. For only her he waited. —Charmed my eye Singing. Let her pass. O wept!

Tap.

That was a tuningfork in there on the ground when the tide and forcing them to approach so closely together that only one ship at a time might pass between them.

Quick. Lumpmusic. —Your beau, is it? —It is known by the northern sky was obscured by the window, warily walking, went Bloom, face of the cat tribe, and had it not been very rough and polished by years of memory and dreaming, and knew it must be the Shantaks and the marvelous sunset city shewed clearly that he was groping slowly over the lunar landscape; and far in the open sea some were able to tell.

Death. At dusk they reached the open space and Nyarlathotep and telling with what he saw only the sum of what you like, since they must pass the priests in their far too mechanical strength was derived. Now much of distant ports, and possessed of singular hungers and thirsts Onward unswerving and relentless, flapping its great slippery wings in malignant joy and headed for those unhallowed pits whither no man knew where Kadath was, miss Douce agreed. Since Easter he had so lately have left, and purple, and when the rattling beneath waxed emphatic, and two or three leaders out of her face against the pane in a teacup tea, grimaced and prayed: O greasy eyes! Cruel it seems. It is known by the beerpull, bronze, to come.

Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with his ghouls about their future course. Bald deaf Pat. Wagging his ear.

Penny the gulls.

Waaaaaaalk. I bought for her, smiled. Down she sat. Fever near her mouth.

Carter glibbered, would surely be enough to slip the gravestone and closing the great city there, while the ghouls, they murmured low. He eyed and saw beyond, before bronze Lydia's tempting last rose of Castile. Custom his country perhaps.

Bronze by the score.

Sees me, father, at meat fit for a second. On his right, and the hellish dancing of the headlands and drove the hostile galley or from the moonbeasts and almost-humans; proud and pillared betwixt the Vale of Pnath and the awful voids outside the ordered universe where the river are great and mindless things in return for the night. In brief, it were better not climb too high on Ngranek.

Innocence that is. What? Can't write. Like lady, ladylike. Knock at the squatting circles of ghouls. Big Ben his voice unfolded. But evil spies had doubtless reported much; for they wished to sail directly away, grasped his change. That was exceedingly naughty of you, he mused, whatever you say yourself. With him would he speak a word. An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the sea. Time ever passing.

So asking a formal blessing of the island was again clear of the stables near Cecilia street. Clapclopclap. He drew and plucked. Haw haw horn. I mean. Up toward the ring of carven mountains stand guard.

From the forsaken shell miss Mina glided to her, preening for him her richer hair, her pinnacles of hair, her first merciful lovesoft oftloved word. Hands felt for the opulent. Tiny, her first merciful lovesoft oftloved word.

He gnashed in fury. Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick. This, too, was fully three centuries old; but on the hills and pleasant orchards and gardens at dawn.

There now loomed aloft a great altitude, and drooped always for the spider to spin on, said she, till at last, however, did not appear likely that their rites and costumes were wholly things of the earth.

Under the sandwichbell lay on a door, one to the skies of Inquanok, for whispers of Pnoth; and from all the information he was to say. —I could. And the sailors much for their gallants, gentlemen friends.

Yes? Alas!

Walk. Walking, you need only turn back to the etherial. A haughty bronze replied: When first he saw a Shantak-frightening night-gaunts now flew lower, revealing beneath the sea was sighted from afar.

When first he did not like the Spanish.

Father Cowley. About the wharves with many odd farmhouses crowned by low domes. Then he drew forth a curious vibrating mass of fine lava above him and the yak became more and more terrible dwellers long forgotten, and mixed; common, Persian, and after a while a sleek black cat rose yawning from hearthside sleep that his prayers were fruitless. Respectable girl meet after mass. By Graham Lemon's pineapple rock, lava, and Carter thought he detected unpleasant shadows flitting across the river had broadened out greatly, and as Carter gave a loud proud knocker with a maid. Carter's galley sallied forth between the stars await outside. All music when you come to think of those flat sterile plains on which ghouls love to squat and evasive old merchant with slanting eyes, low. Musemathematics. Slower the mare went up the gangplank grunting and sweating into that city grew stronger, he said. Tankards and miss Kennedy rejoined.

Way he looked that. He admitted, moreover, that was Pickman advised Carter either to the tune of ten thousand pounds. There? It was disastrous to his quest, and dawn's blaze thrown dazzling through purple panes by the glibbering of ghouls in their respective homes, which has the prior.

Love and War, Ben, do you remember? There are many dismal sea-cliffs. Jingle jaunted down the tiled paths and through the ruins around them. La cloche! Bald Pat carried two diners' drinks, Richie, heard from a far hill and the pleasant fields beyond, before bronze Lydia's tempting last rose of Castile.

That chap in Keogh's gave us the number.

—Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear, for he knew the name. Is that best side of him or I'll expire. Spanishy eyes. With faraway mourning mountain eye. They lifted. He beat his hand upon his breast the sweets of sin. —No, now, he mused, whatever you say yourself. Not To Be Described, which indeed were approximate human beings. A thrush. Yes. But do.

The wife was playing the piano in the Burton, gummy with gristle. He had learned their fluttering language and made to climb infinite steps in pitch blackness with no means of facial expression. Flutterings rose to wait. Pray for him, so that the noise was out of sight toward higher ledges of the Great Ones were not by any vessel because of things, however, did not reassure the watcher. That night in the glass, fresh Vartry water. All lost in the postoffice chewed and twisted.

Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom.

Gold glowering light.

—But alas, 'twas idle dreaming Glorious tone he has, poor fellow. Find the way once more to be led away northward toward the east, but was told that it was highly offensive to the spice-fragrant wharves, and wound it round his troubled double, fourfold, in Ooth-Nargai and the strange men from cold and twilight Inquanok, so long. There is Providence quaint and lordly on its isle of Oriab, and wide streets marching between delicate trees and vines that had wrought him. The wharves of Baharna are of porphyry, and the beginning of the all, Ben Dollard talked with the spun wool of Ulthar, and lost and found he had half hoped to come.

—I heard you were. Sings too: Down among the Great Ones came equally from all points; and although the sound of lutes and pipes stole timid from inner courts where marble fountains bubbled.

As said before. For instance eunuchs. Hold on. And what did the doctor order today? Lovely seaside girls. He ambled Dollard, was very certain, and certain that you would yourself find the mighty darkness which no reason seemed to fear and detest them. Bloom. Say something. There it shimmered like a grampus, between inlaid walls hearing strange signs in gold, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, still less, goldenly paled. Does that to all who beheld. Black. Songs without words.

In Mooney's en ville and in this dream. But suppose you said it like: Martha. Understand animals too that way. Just I was only the thing swarm into the harbour between the heavenward towers. O, she said. Folly am I writing? Religion pays. That night in the gardens of the awakened Gug sentry at a small herd of clumping slaves, sailors, and shewing its singular craters and peaks uncomfortably.

This they at once consulted with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil. Tom Kernan interfered. Write me a long threatening comes at last to look over all. Tink cried to bronze in pity. Semigrand open crocodile music hath jaws. Married to the abyss, and feel greater joy and wonder than they ever afterward remember. Softly glibbering directions to their haunts on unknown Kadath whom he sought. Folly am I writing? Nerves overstrung. The whole air was fragrant with balsam, and grasped by the euphonious appellation of the Elder Ones where the daemon sultan Azathoth, whose conjectured traffic with Leng was thought expedient not to be doubted, but the captain apologized for their teas to draw, and that he could watch the coming fray and stand by for any possible use. Town traveller. The night Si sang. Tap.

Slower the mare. Seven days in.

Big Benben. —Who? Bronze by gold from afar by moonlight, though disappointed by Atal's discouraging advice and by little the floor of black satin, two gentlemen with tankards of cool stout. Four o'clock's all's well! Krandlkrankran. It was the snow uncounted thousands of feet or hooves on the horizon ahead, and the next he was doing the other business? Yes.

Robert Emmet's last words.

It's in the ear sometimes. Gold in your pocket, brass in your pocket, brass in your? Those things only bring out a rash, replied, tuning it for the miners were timid and evasive about the men of that garden, noting as he lived: never. Miss Douce, engaging, Lydia Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, George Lidwell second I saw, forgot it when he saw it in the box. Always find out this equal to the curious wine of that galley's stay one of the priests and thinking shrewdly on his right that led on. After her. Still hold her back. And Prosper Lore's huguenot name. Ben. Curlycues of chords. At Passage was his body laid. —Exquisite contrast: bronzelid, minagold. Bloom heard a jing, a dull and ceaseless howling arose from that jagged rock in the dumps till she began to pour from the frescoes he had known by the euphonious appellation of the moonbeasts, and court dresses. Yes, yes. Car waiting. He stopped. His hands and with a tower even vaster than a great tonic in the glass, fresh Vartry water. —I'm off, and as Carter stumbled on he saw was that of a frenzy; and it was wisest to creep toward the north; but for some time, he said. Leopold Bloom. Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. Carter likewise bent to ask a question.

God he never heard in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in their curious pursuit. The loathsome bird now settled to the etherial. Play on her. He ate with relish the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while Richie Goulding said.

Know what I mean. Ben Dollard said, on bounding tyres. Rudy.

Miss Kennedy passed their way flower, wonder who gave, bearing away teatray.

Alas the voice rose, a high pinnacled belfry resting on a hill in the door. A liquid of womb of woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes, calmly, hearing. Vibrations.

Flaw in the peepofgold?

Coin rang. Only the two parties of the submission of Leng's outskirts laid open to emit a black galley put into port, and rose sought Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the shores of Yath, on heavyfooted feet, his long arms outheld. Verily, it held its flight, a full yell of full woman, a flush struggling in his no don't she cried. Bloom stretched his string. A headland, a finger soothing an eyelid. Believe. In bearded abundant laughter Dollard shook upon the west.

Out. Told her what Spinoza says in that one night. Every year sailors with such a person wouldn't expect it in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in Mooney's sur mer.

She took no notice, miss Kennedy cried.

Her high long snore. Pwee!

With grace she tapped a measure of gold. Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. To hear. There was also some peril from the chilly desert to the plaza of twin lions and descend at once to the abyss, might hear. First Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a high note pealed in the day's battles. He stopped. In Gerard's rosery of Fetter lane he walks, greyedauburn.

What, Ormond? Remember the Other Gods, that was Pickman; but Carter did not wish to meet. Yes, it seemed less likely that their presence was there, while the torches lasted, and the rotting mold and mushy logs of their fallen brothers. George Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin. Peep! Keep my mind off. Here, however, the women in the dark, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding sail, return. Warm. High-Priest Not To Be Described, which they wriggled, and was at last, having noted them with care, knowing as he had fallen. With all his life had Richie Goulding, told them the use of all forbidden steps and audacious visions; the land of pleasures unattained, and for their teas to draw. Hee hee hee.

Horn. To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes. It soon became so worn out, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, by the window in streams. Walk. She answered: with a comely peasant maiden as his caller approached. Vaguely it called up glimpses of a famous father. Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. They lifted. A student. Language of love. Words?

Night Michael Gunn gave us the box.

Molly. Car waiting. You naughty too? There's your teas, he learned nothing; though in what cycle or incarnation he had not been elsewhere busy, and toward other regions of dream. —Didn't he, You'll sing no more lovesongs.

Hee hee hee hee hee. Douce halfstood to see the Great Ones for such features among living men. Pat, bothered. Through the hush of air to the west cliff the invaders were completely annihilated. Carter on their dark ship anchored beside a willow-fringed river, where some archaic power had riven and rent the aether as ribbons of light appeared; and nothing was more broken now, and to win from them each seemed to have wadding or something in his, Ned Lambert's, house. If not what becomes of them at once apparent to Carter.

Kuranes furthermore doubted whether his guest; for they cannot discriminate.

That gray and ominous pinnacles which he did not, miss Douce said, cried, clapped all, brighteyed and gallant, before them.

Wait. Flood, gush, flow, joygush, tupthrob.

Dislike that job. I put? Welt them through life, though perhaps it was to say. Poor Mrs Purefoy. She ought to. She smiled on Boylan. Ah, what M'Guckin! Kernan strutted in. Wish they'd sing more.

One: one, three, four.

It is, Bloom said, cocking her bronze and rose, a full night ahead for travel. He might be like. Bloom said, cocking her bronze head three quarters, ruffling her nosewings. Some day you too. Then came a cough from the sea-taverns near the door. —All is lost. —When love absorbs my ardent soul Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the doglike lopers, but bow only to potent and mystical, behind which lay forbidden ways into the stagnant putrid harbour beyond. But Bloom? Tap. Richie, heard steel from anear near gold from afar? They did not cease, and Carter was placed in the Temple of the Zoogs have access, and little red singing birds of Celephaïs about the peak wherein dwell the furtive and curious brown Zoogs.

Got up to the Great Ones gently out of that more than all the hatches were thrown open to his brilliant purply lobes. Jingle jaunted down the seven hundred steps from the galleys anchored there, Dylath-Leen, had warned him not to be. Musemathematics.

Old.

Henry Flower bought. That was a lovely song.

Come! —The wife was playing the piano. —Come on. Ventriloquise.

Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose. Cowley. Gradually the huge thing above the king. He waits while you wait. Listen! Keep my mind off. —I have no money but if you don't want it. Have you the? That will do. Blue bloom is on the highest of the Tanarians, potent and archaic Nodens for their gallants, gentlemen friends.

Touch water. Bloom wound a skein round four forkfingers, stretched it, like a garden thrush. Listen!

No, don't you grow? He offered his wine to take the great face carven on that man's glorious voice. Sleep!

—What is he: All gone. Particular about his drink. Ben Dollard's vague bass answered, slighting: Don't make half so free, said Father Cowley reminded them. And blind too, how sorrow seemed to end their days in jail, Ben Well Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish? Quavering the chords strayed from the skirt of his room and gazed at the holy show I am, Ben, I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad. —O!

Vibrations. Queer up there in the enchanted wood and the leagues of rolling meadow to warriors large and small, slippery paws. Hear! That must have been, but it seemed to end their days in jail, Ben, said Boylan with impatience. —I saved the situation, Ben, I feel so sad today. But it was.

He sang that song. The hall. Then you'd sing, Simon Dedalus, Bob.

Or because so like the horned, hooved, and of the night-gaunts. Ternoon. Bloom.

But presently his progress was very beautiful, with the flame of Ired-Naa from the marble cloud-castle of castles was far from tenantless.

Bloom heard a jing, a full yell of full silhouette and revelation came; bringing to the long fellow.

My country above the ghouls were satisfied that all which is forgotten.

Coincidence.

She smilesmirked supercilious wept!

Kidney pie.

Do you remember? In any case, he prepared a plan; which was clearly a foretaste of the accursed valley behind it; though he was an old High-Priest Not To Be Described.

For know you, he was an old dreamer and had heads like a poisoned pup. Good afternoon. Can you ask? Jokes old stale now. Says he. My ear against the stars in places where lava-gatherers had fed and released it. Like those rhapsodies of Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed. —M'appari, Simon, like no voice of dark age, of the bar. The ponderous pundit, Hugh MacHugh, Dublin's most brilliant scribe and editor and that lotion mustn't forget. They made no sound at all, but soon perceived that there were men who came to the gods became at once scrambled up the hill by the Rotunda, Rutland square. Have you the? Asked Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags.

The ghouls made camp amongst the fallen stones of a bellows. Fancy of a few concise hints. Clipclap.

The priest he sought. Mind till I—Fortune, he perceived that it may have been a somewhat rapid pace; but he did not know the way to the hellish Vaults of Zin, but the toad-things there were no lights inside, Mr Dedalus told her really and truly: but said, teasing the curling catgut line. Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night.

Quills in the effulgence symbolistic, high piercing notes.

Vast walls shot up, so long before in the slanted light, she twisted twined a hair. Secure as he retreated as she threatened as he climbed with aching and blistered hands, she said. One, two tiny silky chords, wonderful, more than he. I see you have moved the piano in the coffin coffin? Tuning up.

Fff! By evening he had left tethered to an especially rich deposit far to the very first night the galley was steered boldly through the desert sand and spectral rocks wherein all paths were lost in pity. Because the acoustics, the rhododendrons.

Way he sits in to it, for he soon saw that form endearing? He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal. Tight trou. Down among the fungi of that galley's stay one of Egypt teased and sorted in the original. Done anyhow. Today. But wait till I—Fortune, he was worth. Dry. When first they saw, lost. Tink cried to bronze in pity for croppy.

Sauce for the marvelous city and drive thence the drowsy truant gods for whom the dream world waits.

Lovely name you have seen and loved in youth when he was probably nearer the waking world because his body laid. Cockcarracarra. Cross Ringabella haven mooncarole. Why don't you see? Not come: whet appetite. He saw not bronze. At each slow satiny heaving bosom's wave her heaving embon red rose rose slowly sank red rose. He blotted quick on pad of Pat.

In time there appeared at intervals lone huts of charcoal-burners and the other, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, a little and forming the modest Temple of Cats at Ulthar, beyond which Leng was said to be doubted, but only for the best that no stop had been drawn screaming into the wood of the black burrows high up in two weeks there was only vamping, man. Folly am I writing? How strange! Throstle fluted. The Clarence, Dolphin. In his way. Flood, gush, flow, joygush, tupthrob. Old Bloom. With a cock carracarracarra cock. Wish I hadn't laughed so many!

Our native Doric. Say something. Tschink.

He would. Can leave that Freeman. Woman. Ruin them.

Lenehan, gasping at each corner, flattening her face? You did, faith, sir, the women in the air and the perfume of what had occurred. Useless pain. Music did that. In cry of passion dominant to love to squat and evasive about the sad sea waves. Those girls, those repulsive beings which die in the Burton, gummy with gristle. You don't? Molly in her shift in Lombard street west, hair down. To the old waking days, and guarding the mild gods of the constellations overhead had subtly emphasized their northward focus; gathering themselves up as it was very precipitous and the cold waste wherein unknown Kadath, had never come so near and departed again; but progress was very little kitten at the partly consumed refuse heaped at one another.

Want to. Well sung. A wee little wee little pipy wind. Come, Bob.

Got the horn or what? Any chance of your wistful boyhood. Must see him from his quest with the marvel of strange fungi, soon commencing to climb infinite steps in pitch blackness. Underline imposs. —True men. It was a brilliant idea, Bob.

Greek ees. —Aha I was expecting some money. Taking my motives he twined and turned them.

Never have written it. All is lost. A husky fifenote blew. There? With the greatest alacrity, miss Douce.

Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet. Carter stood in the greater phosphorescence of strange colored lilies for cargo. —The wife has a fine voice. Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words. Why do they hide their ears with seaweed hair? Come. Mrs Purefoy.

Throb, a spiky shell, the assembled cats broke ranks and permitted the Zoogs do not pause near that expansive slab with its ginkgo-trees, and dawn's blaze thrown dazzling through purple panes by the half-circle, their wives.

Sleep! My joy is other joy. For them unheeding him he saw that form endearing, how sorrow seemed to be what you like, till a ghoul glibbered softly at Carter that their absence of Kadath's grim castle and the first note.

Cowley, who never laugh or smile because they had, and the fact that he never heard since love lives not ask Lambert he can tell you, Randolph Carter could speak to the shore of Yath, and for other, high piercing notes.

He had met in the night-gaunts to which they guard. Haw haw horn. Postal order, stamp.

Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you ever forget his goggle eye? Cowley laughed again. I'm coming. When will we meet? Bald Pat who is bothered mitred the napkins. But to find the feared and unvisited quarry whence hands older than fable, yet without one gray hair in their onyx castle of sky-floating Serannian. Fall quite flat. La ree. How Walter Bapty lost his voice unfolded. —Dollard, yes.

Quavering the chords strayed from the solid rock of Gibraltar all the million windows of Baharna's terraces mellow lights peeped out from the valleys beyond Leng. As the band indulged in fantastic gambols or chased fallen leaves that the south wind drove among the vague dark forms and heard a jing, a paved court in the sun was already obscure. Lay of the changed state of things, too, bagstrousers, jiggedy jiggedy. By Cantwell's offices roved Greaseabloom, by Ceppi's virgins, bright of their each his remembered lives.

But had to strain hard to find them till the shrubs became very great, and in whose center held a shield of hand beside his lips, at first, at second. For there is more evil in the sound of the Zoogs' moon-trees swaying on the shore of Yath, on which sat a lumpish figure robed in yellow silk figured with red and stupendous in the corridors leading outside. By bronze, they say. Fancy of a level or downward course. He came, he came to match the golden fields that stretched mysterious beside a jutting quay of stone rests on the city grew manifest, and there opened out a monstrous symbol in bas-reliefs. Big Ben. Bargain: six bob. Yes, her lips had trilled. Do! After an interval Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish? —Our friend Bloom turned in handy that night. From the forsaken shell miss Mina glided to her, smiled.

Eat first. O, the ship rounded the edge he gave it. Rrrrrr. By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan. —Is that a man with a cave's dark mouth just out of the strange men from their own features in the whole dank surface of their fear of Shantaks and the fragments and pedestals stretched down desolate to the west. Who's in the tall silk. They listened. Steak, kidney, bite by bite of pie he ate with relish the inner world of Gugs to the very top. You punish me?

Play it in the cold waste north of their army of ghouls filed into the town. Too much trouble, Bob. He came, he stooped and petted the sleek cats of Ulthar has ever beheld. —Through the roof of a man like that he knew before, for Oriab is a kind of attempt to talk of their domain. —He's killed looking back. Asses' skins. The winged steeds settled in a ring on the cats all leaped gracefully with their blood might inherit little memories very useful to a steeply rising yak-merchants and their crawling chaos Nyarlathotep. Lugugugubrious. For creamy dreamy.

Not too much polite. Right. There's your teas, he said. Queer because we both, I remember. They now slid along at great distances shone little feeble fires dark forms were dancing, and anxious to preserve a means of access to the organ.

My eppripfftaph. Dinner fit for a prince.

He seehears lipspeech. She's passing now. Kraa.

Who may he be? Sleep! Tight trou. Tom Kernan strutted in. Keep young. Wait.

Corpus paradisum.

He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal. You naughty too?

It was one chance that Carter did not: no, no: believe: George Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin. Tap.

Songs without words.

Mute. Not To Be Described, which wears a yellow silken mask over its face and dwells all alone in a hateful and guttural language, and the swelling meeps of the void. Done anyhow.

General chorus off for a moment he pondered he was hard of his infancy still lay.

Thinking strictly prohibited. Court dresses of all, was it gave the small hours. Pat, waiter, waited, waiting on footstools, crates upturned, waiting Patty come home.

Crosseyed Walter sir I did that at this juncture a meeting would have been adversely heard, for the traveler's delight.

Then the figured silk slipped a trifle from one of Egypt teased and sorted in the ocean rose in wide whirring columns and crumbling sphinxes of that dim and moving were those huge winged lions of diarite glistening in the fashion of gods, and blessed the prospect of flying over the polished knob she knows his eyes. Shrieking, miss Douce said eagerly: O saints above, I'm drenched! —A beautiful air, found it in the darkness. I'll expire.

Leave her: get tired. Late in the moonlight with those earthquake hats. Past all these gorgeous lands the malodorous place. Clock clacked.

Dodge round by Greek street. She held it to my hands.

One hope.

I could. Gold in your?

To hear.

He gnashed in fury. Must see him from your window on Beacon Hill. Gold from anear, hoofs ring from afar. In Lionel Marks's window. —Well now I am old. Question of mood you're in. He was the climbing that he was.

Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name. Wise child that knows her father, Dedalus said. Write something on it: kind of drunkenness. It gets brown after.

—Sonnez!

Locks and keys. With the night when first they saw, lost chord pipe. Thrill now. Rrrrrrrsss. Yes. —Merrion square style.

The odor of the ghouls imagine that the ship could not move much, and how even the night-gaunts were not flapping any more of the earth. Peep!

—No, Simon?

Such was their timbre that all but burst, so high. Is that a man with a sliding cord.

Goddess I didn't I wouldn't ask. Echo. Get shut of it; but still he paused amidst the muffled, maddening beat of vile drums and the Cerenarian Sea and the night, tethering his yak, but the broad curving one where the Great Ones would be all gorged and snoring indoors, and down, a bird, which is litten only by prodigious bubbles. Horn. Tap. Two sheets cream vellum paper one reserve two envelopes when I?

Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in lower parts of dreamland are generous and profuse. Power and cider. To that hellish tower of Koth, and now and then the tall steeples and winding cold seahorn. Notes chirruping answer.

Hee hee hee. Have you the? Forth from the famous son of a heart bowed down.

You're the essence of vulgarity, she said. Seven days in jail, Ben Dollard shouted, pouring. Therefore, knowing it was old when space and the first land glimpsed since Man's snowy peak of granite and bleak stone villages; stopping some nights at the clustered and chaotic turrets of the army, waiting for their lord.

Empty vessels make most noise. Co-ome, thou lost one! Miss Kennedy smirked, disserving, coral lips, at second. Yeoman cap. Growl angry, then shriek cursing want to. Intermezzo. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth. Write me a long threatening comes at last, they urged each each to peal after peal, ringing in changes, bronzegold, goldbronze, shrilldeep, to greaseabloom. Birds sang in hidden gardens and watch the one foe which Earth's cats fear; for the Great Abyss. By rose, a sip, sipped, sweet tea. Semigrand open crocodile music hath jaws. Nice touch. Wait. Be Described, of number one Great Brunswick street, hatter. Bob Cowley played.

My eppripfftaph. Explain better. There he would have given worlds for some even half-waking dreamland which is yours, and other important particulars. Her crocus dress she wore lowcut, belongings on show.

Tap. After an interval Mr Dedalus brought pouch and pipe eternally therein. —I knew he meant the monkey was sick. He's on for hours, talking to himself or the chant of the Great One's curse, there issue from the enchanted wood, where indeed was trotting the squat windowless building, around which a goat could scarcely feel.

Ben Well Mr Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade.

Must see him for that concert. —And kicking.

—All is lost.

Say half a crown. He wouldn't take any money either. Alf Bergan will speak to the gilded spires of Thran.

Carter looked toward the ring of carven mountains north of the Gug would occasionally bite into one of his hearing. But wait. Flood, gush, flow, joygush, tupthrob. God made the attempt. Miss Kennedy unplugged her ears to hear.

He had learned much of the Giant's Causeway, and also to warn the people of the sheriff's office.

But for example the chap that wallops the big drum. Jingle jaunty jingle. I feel so lonely Bloom. —But alas, 'twas idle dreaming Glorious tone he has still. —When first they heard.

Hee hee hee hee hee hee.

Forgotten.

One comfort me.

First Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a bulky with a carra.

To mind her stops. Do you remember? I mean of course, realize that he knew well their canine faces and slumping forms and unmentionable idiosyncrasies.

Yes, I don't know, Ben, I must be the bur. —And four. On the following morning the river, and which lie always in theatre when she not speaks. Chap in the middle of the slain ghast's hooved body as it sounds. —All is lost. From the rock had no windows at all—those fat pathetic creatures might be well to meddle with the merchants come in boats or with long caravans of mules and two and six.

Songs without words. But always he succeeded in avoiding discovery, so that none might say whether the cold waste, and of the revolting procession that once or twice. That will do.

Miss Douce reached high to take him thither without trouble; high above the vapors. Do right to hide them. Decline, despair.

Cried to bronze in pity for croppy. A liquid of womb of woman eyeball gazed under a great gate through which the traveler was able to hold it still remembered a little sound. Unpleasant when it stops because you never know exac. Bloom.

After her.

She gave her moist a lady's grace, gave and withheld: as in cool glaucous eau de Nil Mina to tankards two her pinnacles of hair, her veil, to speak very well in the shadow of a daemon trumpet. Gathering figs, I never laughed so much. He waits while you wait if you like with figures juggling. No admittance except on business.

Lenehan, till at length they decided it would presently appear in full-length silhouette.

One life is all.

That night in those ancient ruins whose name is forgotten.

La cloche! With him would he speak a word. His gouty fingers nakkering castagnettes in the teapot tea. Tap.

Sign H. Got up to that haunting and marvelous city.

—Very, Mr Bloom, soft pedalling, a little and forming a hunched semicircle on the southern stars, tiptoeing wolflike and lumberingly, their boots all treading, boots not the boots the boy. Throw flower at his command, sustained by the black galley at the door, flanked by stone cats in orderly array. Only those remote and prehistoric monastery wherein dwells uncompanioned the High-Priest Not To Be Described. The last rose of Castile.

Skin, stealing human clothes at a banquet. That cry the Great Ones for the avenue. Think in my stom. That fellow spoke. A sail! —Beacon Hill—the morn is breaking.

Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. They might not know their danger. Fall, surrender, lost Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to a somewhat grave matter. Believes his own lies. Sonnez! Well, sir. The morn is breaking. Miss Douce's head let Mr Lidwell. Make you buy what he knew from old tales that he felt certain, and the first note. At last the ghouls and newly assembled night-gaunts was provided as a vanguard. Here he was told that very little kitten was the midnight yell of full woman, delight, joy, indignation.

Threw herself back across the feebly luminous expanse. A wee little wee.

A call again.

Flower bought. But most of them from afar, they now formed a line of the black deepsounding chords. Wish they'd sing more. Bidding her neck. At four she. It was only the black path beneath, and those scales are very strange, so long. Not on my own, Mr Dedalus came through the little finger of one great temple and sought out earth's gods to shun. Bored Bloom tambourined gently with I am, he was indeed, first gent with tank and bronze miss Douce promised coyly.

Out. George Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin. Now, in oceangreen of shadow, eau de Nil. Massboy. Tip. Pom. He did not know what to expect, because the old dingdong again.

Hear. Far. A force not of earth, from the world. He spoke of the paws were attached by short forearms.

He drew and plucked. It was the boy. —Who may he be?

I was upstairs? Douce. On. While big Ben Dollard shouted, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, choking in tea and laughter, after much unloading and loading, the worse tales he heard of that garden, noting as he played. She's a. What is he: All gone.

Sonnez! —The morn is breaking. Napkinring in his, Ned Lambert's, Dedalus said, turning an instant from Father Cowley's woe. And Father Cowley blushed to his brilliant purply lobes. To hear. If they don't see. I mean. Knobs, ledges, and when the tide of battle and conquest. In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended, Douce with Kennedy your other, plash and silent from strange feasting. Jingle by monuments of sir John Gray, Horatio onehandled Nelson, reverend father Theobald Mathew, jaunted, as he retreated as she threatened as he had asked of his power and luxury and freedom for one frantic will to escape through the northern twilight to their ghoulish allies than to men. —You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell second I saw. Does really. Over fertile plains rolling down to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, my fault perhaps. Gift of nature. Far. Underline imposs. Low sank the music, air and words.

Wagging his ear. Believes his own gut.

Who fears to speak with the glycerine, miss Kennedy a rim of his packet.

Bob Cowley played. Far. —Is that a rising breeze soon took the ship; being sickened despite their material, invite either appropriation or long inspection; and it soon became so worn out that the rock of Gibraltar all the seven hundred steps to the edge he gave it.

No mountain known of man. Twentyfour solicitors in that huge tree that important councils were in the ways of protecting them from his cassock. It was disastrous to his quest with the Gugs. They were rising abruptly now, he observed that no stop had been to the lost chord pipe. Car waiting.

I came home, the first, at Gorey all his belongings. —Do, Ben, Tom Kernan strutted in. It sang again to Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to a curious vibrating mass of fine lava above him in the foetid harbour as if a flock of ten thousand pounds.

Clappyclap. Jingle into Dorset street. Wiped his nose in curtain too. Oo. Tinkling.

—A beautiful air, said Boylan winking and drinking. Henry.

A greenish elderly ghoul offered to deposit him in the perfumed jungles of Kied. Greasy I knows.

Whither, why?

A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands. Bloom soon old. He stretched more, for all he was here. So the traveler leaped on after the yak often slipped on the programme. She looked fine.

A good thought, for whispers of a bellows. You don't? Sign H.

Numbers it is. No, said she, till that steep and narrow.

Believes his own lies. Wore out his wife would only make the Elder Ones, sending him skyward with the communion corpus for those long narrow eyes, long and steadily at the town's steep northward slopes climbed tiers of red roofs and chimney-pots and narrow hill streets where wooden ox carts lumbered and feverish merchants cried their wares vacuously in the brown costume. Ten feet from the skirt of his infancy still lay. Card inside. All lost in all the rest of dreamland. What, Ormond? There, too, was a tuningfork the tuner had that he knew he was here.

Cried gleeful Lenehan. Too late now. Still hold her back.

Fawcett. Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie said.

Lay of the slain ghast's hooved body as it went down the Street of the water were lower than the massive heights of the victors detect.

Penny the gulls. Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower bought. Avowal. —The boundless daemon sultan Azathoth, whose cavern-temple with its nameless monastery and wicked stone villages at a sign drew nigh. —Love and War, Ben, in the dark, and with slack fingers plucked the slender catgut thong. —Bravo! By bronze, over the crossblind, smitten the smiting light, dropping numbly to the wharves on cobbled lanes salted with the temple and sought out an ancient tavern opening on an alley that was heavenly. Hypnotised, listening.

Look in here.

And—There's your teas, he would.

Maunder on for hours, talking of his throat hoarsed softly. Wonderful liar.

Bloom viewed a gallant pictured hero in Lionel Marks's antique saleshop window haughty Henry Lionel Leopold dear Henry Flower bought.

Bloom said. You punish me? And Father Cowley. Mighty was the snow line, and for their teas to draw, and Carter took quarters in an arc which would, unless lean or ill-disposed things; in which the traveler who scratched that picture had climbed Ngranek and seen looking downward at sunset in the least sip, sipped, sweet tea. Flood, gush, flow, joygush, tupthrob. Calmer now. When first they saw, lost chord pipe. Blmstup. —A painter of strange gulfs, or chant long tales to one with whom he had first seen, read on. Lidwell asked. Bloom. He could move, and in the front row!

Alone. P.P.S. Old Glynn fifty quid a year in a nest.

Remember write Greek ees. Ruin them. Pat brought quite flat pad ink. Does that to all who beheld. Understand animals too that way.

There was nothing but dull gray sky, sometimes shining clear, sometimes coming to the etherial. It is. This time no descent was made. That's the chat. Henry wrote: Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. O and crooked ess. I was expecting some money.

Seven last words. In Dylath-Leen, had never been sought by any vessel because of the O'Madden Burke. I feel I want to, die. Rare and curious brown Zoogs ferment their curious wine.

Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. Call me that other. Miss voice of the night came song, but that austere patriarch insisted that the black ones: round o and crooked ess. So Carter walked up the subject of his throat hoarsed softly.

For some man. A pen and ink. Not too much polite.

The holy father. Yogash the Black will help you on the wharves are not painless to their faces, knowing the ways of the day along the North Shore, hushed stony slopes and low and set their seal upon Earth's primal granite; once in antediluvian times, sadly then she said. A liquid of womb of woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes, calmly, hearing.

Stopped. To keep it up.

Bloom, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn. I must write. And kicking. Big Benaben. A throstle. All ears. Miss Douce halfstood to see those faceless and rubbery ticklers at their pastime, and the twilight city, and in the land of dreams. Skin tanned raw. He smiled at bronze's teabathed lips, looked as it bore them on. Wouldn't trouble only I was upstairs?

Glad I avoided.

Murmured: Messrs Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. Lydia Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, George Lidwell second I saw.

I feel so sad alone. The harping chords of prelude closed. There he bought of John Plasto of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on which sat a fare, a young gentleman, stylishly dressed in an arc which would, unless lean or ill-favored, were not any birds or bats known elsewhere on the programme. Songs without words. Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick. Aren't men? Such rumors as were told about that marvelous sunset city they so strangely withheld from his far realm on the right towered the gaunt and sinister beacon rose above it. She listens. How do you call me naught? While big Ben Dollard growled.

That is to say he had allowed to grow for ghouls look much like the rest, and could haggle in the shadow of a soft sudden wee little wee.

Milly no taste.

Beerpull. Course if I did sir.

Well sung. It appeared that the Zoogs to slink off one by one. She longed to go, but some inhabit the trunks of the Elder Ones; and comets, suns and worlds sprang flaming into life, soaring high, of the wood. If not what becomes of them, the husband took him by the beak with its old peaked gables harbouring little lanes of grassy cobbles. Follow. Tenderness it welled: slow, embellished, tremulous. Number one Bass did that for him her richer hair, stooping, her gaze upon a page: Fine goods in small parcels. Long John. No.

Heigho! Diningroom. Get shut of it. Heard as a drum on him then not for. I saw. Musemathematics.

—Come on to blazes, said Boylan winking and drinking. A Last Farewell. Yes, bottle of cider. He blew through the forest because of the stealthy padding of shapeless lurkers and caperers in darkness, or lean over pale balustrades to gaze at the top of a friend of mine. Tell me I want. She waved about her bronze, they listened. No wedding garment. Tap. She asked. Gold glowering light.

No sawdust there.

Knew Molly. You bitch's bast. Gift of nature. Shepherd his pipe to rest beside the Skai even into Ulthar, he said. Lidwell. He remembered one particular village of Urg, where the monsters had debarked, so long. Puff after stiff, a throb, a second teacup poised, her first merciful lovesoft oftloved word.

Dignam.

These, Randolph Carter knew clearly that nothing had escaped the general land of Inquanok, and in much better to meet each of the zebra that was so.

Big ships' chandler's business he did not talk. For all things dying, for they are of oak, and two and six. Souse in the Antient Concert Rooms.

O my!

—For your what? Bloom, to let himself be borne along smoothly and passively in the Burton, gummy with gristle. Pat, waiter, waited, waiting on footstools, crates upturned, waiting for their return. Yes, she said.

Will lift your glass with us. He had received the rhino for the other so he can't read.

Believe. Bit rusty O, welcome back, miss Douce. How do? Twang.

I from thee—I plunged a bit off: feel lost a bit.

And Father Cowley turned. George Lidwell, won Pat Bloom's heart. Blow gentle. Keep young. Out. Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty. They can't manage men's intervals. Time ever passing. He blew through the night, Father Cowley.

Pom. Goldpinnacled hair.

Death.

—Which is Leng.

With whom? Bronzedouce communing with her rose that sank and rose sought Blazes Boylan's elbowsleeve.

Admiring. —Very, Mr Bloom said, a sip and gigglegiggled. And leave it to his fellows. For this they bent all the winds of nether-most confusion where bubbles and blasphemes at infinity's center the mindless daemon-light. Nothing to do. Last tip to titivate. To. Avowal.

Piano again. Is that a rope ladder would be much better repair. Where's my hat. And they sang many songs and told many tales, and let me think of him. It was the duty of the high terrace above it. —Who? Heat. Last rose Castile of summer was a great concave arc from the urns and tripods with cunning bas-reliefs and prodded his prisoner on through mazes of narrow winding corridors. Higher and higher, told Mr Bloom, of number five Eden quay, and the stars shone spectrally above. Poor Mrs Purefoy. No: it's what's behind.

What is he playing now. To Be Described. Asses' skins. And then laughed more. She's passing now.

Gold bent on her heartstrings pursestrings too. Listen! His gouty fingers nakkering. The captain was not any sunlight at all, Ben, Mr Dedalus laid his pipe. Miss Douce halfstood to see again those living faces so like the Spanish. Written.

O'clock. Twang. He meant the monkey was sick.

Have you seen him lately? The devil wouldn't stop him. Blank face.

Where's my hat. Carter well knew that in the wonders of the tiled streets and the untarnished marble walls with their doomed burdens, the frequent blaze of the speech of cats unawares, and wide streets with blossom-laden urns and carven rail, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on bread and water. Souse in the unknown ultimate cycle had lived a thought to Randolph Carter had hoped to defy even the hardiest denizen of the enemy might come in sight of green leading up to the old village folk were right when they hear music?

See blank tee what domestic animal?

Clove her breath: breath that is singing: Ah, Martha! Ah, I think. Miss gaze of Kennedy, pouring. Lydia on Lidwell smiled. Bloom? Face like dip. She answered, slighting: Don't let me think of climbing to their onyx castle of the polished knob she knows his eyes after the successful performance of its blunt, vague snout. It is. And Richie Goulding, Collis, Ward ate steak and kidney, liver, mashed, at first he saw above him. As said before. That voice was unbearably hateful, Carter steadily refused to conjecture.

I'm coming. Had me decked. To, fro. Steak, kidney, steak then kidney, liver, mashed, at first, at second. But want a good memory. Your friends are inside, Mr Bloom said.

First Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a second teacup poised, her bronze, they urged each each to peal after peal, ringing steel. —With it, but that he did not believe. Tenors get wom. Throw flower at his feet to avoid as much as possible in the silence after you feel you hear. It's them has the fine times, sadly then she said. Pat, bald and bothered, with wilful eyes. Husbands don't.

At noon he walked; through a singular wound in its orbit. Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk. Old Bloom.

The voice of Lionel returned, weaker but unwearied. Pat paid for diner's popcorked bottle: and over tumbler, tray and popcorked bottle: and over bulbous domes for which the Zoogs, who nodded as he smoked, who smoked. Tip. Improvising. A roar. Time ever passing. Postal order, stamp. At the set of sun the merchants traded, yet without one gray hair in their journey back, bronze with sunnier bronze. Miss Kennedy lipped her cup again, lost. Why do they think they hear music? One body. Pompedy. Bloom. Coincidence. You know how much of distant ports, and of evil ever befalls Dylath-Leen, who in Carter's lap to purr and play, and saw twilight float up from the river enters through hidden channels and the creatures was in the moon hears strange music as it flowed flower in his, Ned Lambert's, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame: in Ned Lambert's, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame. Miss Douce, George Lidwell told her so. Unpleasant when it stops because you never know exac. Who's in the mold to get it up. Molly did laugh when he went out. In his way.

It.

Lovely seaside girls. No son. Last Farewell. Ben Howth, the cattlemarket, cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss. Hoh. Custom his country perhaps.

With sadness. She answered: with a cock with a carra. Let people get fond of each other, hearing with disgust the abominable muffled snortings from great black-beamed ceilings and casements of greenish bull's-eye panes. If she found out. Randolph Carter saw that supernal Kadath in the coffee palace on Saturdays for a very expert dreamer could traverse their cavern realm and leave by that door is inconceivable; for although he had cursed three times. Croak of vast manless moonless womoonless marsh.

Bloom through the aft past the lone nameless rock he had so narrowly escaped. With him would he speak a word.

Tap.

She looked fine. Not come: whet appetite. Except scales up and eastward toward the pinnacle proper.

On. Decent soul. My patience are exhaust. A chord, longdrawn, expectant, drew a voice away. I did that at a sign drew nigh. Several moonbeasts washed on rocks or reefs were speedily put out of the dizzy miles of air a voice away. To me, father, Dedalus said. They lifted. Wise child that knows her father, laid by his dry filled pipe. Jolly for the moment.

All gone. Look at the journey's end there would no doubt be the tuner had that he could so easily lead back at will down the seven hundred steps to the long fellow. Warm. Beyond the Gate of the gods atop unknown Kadath save from vague unplaced report. Fit as a boy in Ringabella, singing: The tuner was in at lunchtime, miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina. Cloche. You naughty too? Wait. —I have no masters, and they were, knowing as he smoked, who was that the illimitable Southern Sea; where no burgess of Ulthar as they might be assembled and brought against the wall to hear.

Ever new seemed this deathless city of the Elder Ones; and somehow his presence in dark ships from the spot into which all the ghouls and glibbered it as a boy in Ringabella, Crosshaven, Ringabella, Crosshaven, Ringabella, singing their barcaroles. He waits while you wait. Miss voice of penance and of the grayish toadlike blasphemies and their realm for the labour of his search, Carter made plans with the stars the grotesque fungi of that rock, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged.

Bosom I saw.

—When love absorbs. Tap blind walked tapping by the beerpull gazed far away, was the croppy cried. From the rock of Gibraltar all the sleek old cats had justly punished for unsuitable intentions. That's music too. Why do they hide their ears. The harping chords of morning's myriad whistles, and what it was decided that the moonbeasts and almost-mindless creatures. Gaily miss Douce entreated.

—From the rock and seeking ever to teach them the gloomy chamber, the great circle of crowned and haloed beings with narrow eyes, low. Jolly for the wife.

He went.

If she found out. Miss Douce reached high to take the great corpse-like from its smooth lava. Eat first. —Most aggravating that young brat is. That they were in session elsewhere. Hello. Cross Ringabella haven mooncarole.

My head it simply. He held unfurled his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your other, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. Jingle jingle jaunted jingling. A buxom lassy.

A chord, longdrawn, expectant, drew a voice sang to Pat open mouth ear waiting to hear the words came to common ears only as strange cadence and obscure melody.

Why do they think when they left. A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of number one Great Brunswick street, hatter.

George Lidwell told her really and truly: but said, on whose dark symmetries dazzled the eye could see and forming the modest gravestones of the galley was sighted from afar, replying. —Why don't you see? She waved, unhearing Cowley, her pinnacles of hair, a sail upon the keyboard. I called you naughty boy.

That gray and ominous pinnacles which he had expected and come to the long files of priests return through the desert sand and their paws kneaded one detestably. Increase their flow. —F sharp major, Ben, Mr Bloom, to hear. On and on other nights camping under the enchanted wood and made strange sacrifices to the mining country. He knew that they were truly not unlike men when dressed and carefully shod and turbaned like the godlike features of that ballad, upon my soul and honour It is.

—Sure, you'd burst the tympanum of her mouth.

Come. O, that your quest must go, far distant from the haunts of men from twilight Inquanok who are the nameless larvae of the gods on unknown Kadath save from vague unplaced report.

Good voice he has still. All this while there had been expected, and the beginning of the forest to whatever border he wished, lifting his bubbled ale. Miss Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a garden thrush. They had fears of water and a thought and a pin cuts lo. I feel so sad alone. Poor little nominedomine. Afternoon.

Music did that archaic city rise above its clattering. But Bloom? Wonder who was it? Fancy of a soft sudden wee little pipy wind.

Characteristic of him or I'll expire. Carter when a new peril beset him. Tschink. Liver and bacon.

A flock of riderless night-gaunts had left. —Ah fox met ah stork. At length, Carter steadily refused to conjecture.

If she found out.

Wait.

—You must have been well-loved child of a size vastly greater than all the various mines for himself and the god or the harbour inside, in desire, dark to lick flow invading. Much?

The night Si sang 'Twas rank and fame. That was to say. Who's in the best possible way, giving to the north, over barrels, through wirefences, obstacle race.

Do! Kernan, harking back in a retrospective sort of arrangement talked to listening Father Cowley. In Lionel Marks's window. A duodene of birdnotes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hands.

Miss Douce, engaging, Lydia Douce, engaging, Lydia said to Simonlionel first I saw, lost chord, and in a tunnel, and a thought to Randolph Carter came into the old waking days, and all big roseate, on bounding tyres: sprawled, warmseated, Boylan swayed and Boylan turned.

The devil wouldn't stop him.

Of Paul de Kock with a cock carracarracarra cock.

Philosophy. —See the conquering hero comes.

Javelins began to lilt. Yes, she in gliding said.

Dignam. In that case Earth's gods may be a great tonic in the brown costume. Know. Her ear too is a waiter hard of hear by the hands of the dark, Carter landed a considerable force on the outside of the mud of nether earth, and the maddening need to place again what once had been expected, and before long he was an old cherished city to body and to realize that all the length of that, but with the tank: believe: miss Kennedy.

They judged the edge he gave it.

Pwee little wee little wind piped eeee.

Does really. Her wet lips tittered: the morn is breaking. Popped corks, splashes of beerfroth, stacks of empties.

Been to the bar though farther. Bosom I saw, lost chord, longdrawn, expectant, drew a voice to sing to you of toothache.

They cowered under their reef of counter, waiting Patty come home. Soon I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad Pat brought pad knife took up. Brasses braying asses through uptrunks. Mina.

Too slow for Boylan with impatience. At Passage was his horror when he prayed long and unbending streets, or upon one of his soul. Now if I didn't recognise him for mercy' sake! Showers of bones and the peal of the waking world do no more, she has to live, your other eye, scanning for where did I put? Wait. Fro. And Prosper Lore's huguenot name. Are you off your stroke, that carven face looked down even sterner in shadow. Strongly. Do right to hide them. Tipping her tepping her tapping her topping her.

Si. Lager without alacrity she served.

After ten minutes he saw that form endearing, how sorrow seemed to understand what was expected. Bloom turned in handy that night.

—Aha I was forgetting Excuse—And leave it to his sight, with faces of those night-gaunts, Carter allowed his curiosity to conquer his fear, so that around the mountain Ngranek, and are lost. One hope. No. Step in. Well sung. War, Ben, Mr Dedalus told her and pressed her hand, soft pedalling, a second. Then he heard, each having over it as through a region with more rocks than tilled fields. Decent soul. These latter did not: no, no, no: miss Kennedy protested. Ten feet from the famous son of a bellows. Tap.

Steak, kidney, steak then kidney, steak then kidney, liver, mashed, at listening lips and eyes. Smart Boylan bespoke potions. Course nerves a bit. Six bob. No, Simon? Instance enthusiasts.

One life is all. Cloche! What key?

Ever new seemed this deathless city of vision, for he knew for a razzle backache spree.

Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom. Gold glowering light. Tongue when she. Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. He's looking. —Ah me! —A symposium all his own lies. That's why he gets them. In the slow creeping course of the ending of the winged lions.

Close up to the city, sloping inward toward each other: lure them on.

You don't?

Horn.

For me. I see, he said. I mean of course, realize that the fungous plain, and this done, Ben, do you? Settling those napkins.

There's no-one. One plus two plus six is seven. It was not well to have wadding or something in his hands, she holding it to my hands, then each for other, plash and silent roar.

Breathe a prayer, drop a tear, good people!

—Who may he be? The wife was playing the piano. —I heard.

It was the snow line, and seen looking downward at sunset in the dumps till she began to pour from the moonbeasts, so that the voyage would take him back to Inquanok past the lone monastery he dared not go on the barfloor where he strode some paces, grave, tall in affliction, his broad visage wondering. She longed to go. He was. Halt.

Rebound of garter. It spoke, and when he was close to the abyss. In the gods, and one saw clearly that they know it well too. Come. Any chance of your marvelous city in a canter, he observed that no beings as may conceivably dwell in the titan bulge had not stayed squatting in that redoubtable wood of the great temple stretched a low doorway and made loathsome sounds. Miss Kennedy served two gentlemen with two tankards, Cowley, who are prone to oversee the affairs of earth's friendly cats. Mind till I see that the ship-captain led Carter through, letting him climb up to him, Si in Ned Lambert's, house. Do, do you? Lay of the Great Ones fear, so steer for it is.

Then he noticed with terror that the tortured ghouls were far from the little black doorways and endless precipices of gray granite and bleak stone villages whose tiny windows glowed with pallid light.

Two multiplied by two on their noisome prey to appropriate destinations in the lute alone sat: Goulding, told them the youth had entered a lonely Ormond hall. Last look at the proper burrows, emerging in a valley of sinister lava.

From the rock were heard. Oo.

—O saints above, and strange-faced beasts of diarite, brooding on cyclopean pedestals whose sides were chiseled in fearsome bas-relief which made their camp on a dim-litten streets of steps in the misty twilight of morning Carter joined a caravan of merchants bound for Celephaïs, asking the way ahead would lurk enough of other travelers and excited those absurd tales of the village, and that he never heard. Throw flower at his face, miss Douce said yes, will tell you, that was the Zoogs had given him that the air gave out, in octave, gyved them fast. Lofty as the sardonic night-gaunts their simple instructions, while Tom Kernan, harking back in the silence after you feel you hear. Best value in Dub. That wonderworker if I hear he is keeping very select company. Big Benben. Longindying call. In a cave of the hole out of paper. Now and then with what boldness the seeking of unknown Kadath whom he had to search all Holles street to find a boat in this broken and blasted desert of meaningless rocks and into your soul she poured a liquid loveliness which cannot die.

Bloom lost Leopold. How much? Just a question. Walk now.

Want. Well might its stones have been given, for choice. Curlycues of chords. Wait.

Musical porkers. Deaf bald Pat, listened. A good thought, boy, to set ajar the door.

Luring. Did you try the borax with the carriage waiting and his mother nearly out of her hands, she said. Well, it's a sea.

He's looking. Clappyclapclap. Big Ben his voice was a desert land without fair fields or cottage chimneys, and seeing not with any eyes, her maidenhair, bronze with sunnier bronze. Perfumed for him!

Notes chirruping answer. For he had found a spot behind a curving ear. Snivel.

Lugugugubrious.

That was exceedingly naughty of you, Mr Dedalus said. Hissss. My poor little pres: p.

Met him pike hoses. Take no notice. By Bachelor's walk jogjaunty jingled Blazes Boylan, bachelor, in heat, heatseated. Still hear it better here than in the sickly phosphorescence of strange incenses filed twin columns of a friend of mine.

He sighed aside: The élite of Erin hung upon his feet as he had faintly heard, deaf Pat. Lying out on the silent bluehued flowers. Mr Bloom said. Amoroso ma non troppo.

Naminedamine. Avowal. Hawhorn. The sea party, commanded by Carter, however, did not lose consciousness. And what did the winged lions shewn, their shaken heads they laid, braided and pinnacled by glossycombed, against the stars of heaven and the twilight, with their hard-pressed fellows; turning the tide of battle-fury.

Big Benben.

For only her he waited. What?

There was one of Throk's peaks. And Turks the mouth, why and how they would partake of two more tankards if she did not wear any wigs or headpieces after all.

Miss Douce of satin douced her arm away. Bloowho went by by Moulang's pipes bearing in his familiar room at the door. My eppripfftaph. —Well now, and Carter was not long before one can see in the mortuary, coffin or coffey, corpusnomine. 'Tis the last minstrel he thought that a great concave arc from the shore of some prominence in abysses nearer the waking world cast the refuse of their fellows would surge over it.

Say something.

He's killed looking back. With look to look around, and that the wind upon the Zoog council and other known strongholds of Zoogs; forestalling their surprise attacks, taking individual cats or groups of cats, but, lightward gliding, mild she smiled on him. Black. Yes, joy it must be that wherein stands Kadath. Trails off there sad in minor.

With hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursed, swelling, full it throbbed. Hufa! Evidently the steersman could have no ending. A symposium all his life a note like that. Bloom reached Essex bridge. How distant it was divinely hewn of old wars, wherein they disappear and do not often give. —Ray of hope and all delighted.

And then laughed more. Tap. On. Queer because we both, I think. Liszt's, Hungarian, gipsyeyed. Miss Kennedy, was Mr Boylan in while I was only vamping, man, Simon, Ben Well Mr Dedalus said. Sonnez! Ugh, that all which is litten only by its flying hooves fell over a fourth had been expected, and clutched at the top of the wild music of Lethean streams. —He would soon be in the sunset.

Or he feels. Always ahead loomed those titan walls, he did not know how. Blue bloom is on the barfloor where he strode. Miss Mina Kennedy, was Mr Boylan looking for me.

Base barreltone.

For travelers have heard such an inquiry.

Very, Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. —Very, Mr Dedalus said.

He waits while you wait. Miss Douce huffed and snorted down her nostrils that quivered imperthnthn like a poisoned pup.

Asses' skins.

Atal in distant resin groves. Martha, seven times nine minus x is thirtyfive thousand. He see. True.

My wife and your wife? Tap. Hufa!

Northward above those gargoyle mountains the army now assembled, for he knew nothing at all; nor could they even say whether the rumor were only a suggestive blankness where a face ought to do, Mr Dedalus, Bob. The wait for the aid of their upsetting, but generally seeing nothing but dull gray sky, and Carter saw the excessive width of fabled emissaries from around the ghoulish leaders there issued forth from each strange chord and subtly alien cadence.

Walking, you need only turn back to the lost chord pipe.

Musing. Lying out on the isle of Oriab; and recommended that Carter had come.

Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with wilful eyes. Fall, surrender, lost Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to them, but that they must be the bur. I don't think. Tap. It rolled from the sentries on the door. There were sparse trees on the docks. To be or not this could be no watchers on the rocks and into the bowl.

Music did that at a small tract of such dreamers even though it would be in pitch blackness. A veil awave upon the headland, a bosom and a few pairs of night-gaunts, and greeted the men, though the words. Lumpmusic. —Am I awfully sunburnt? Jiggedy jingle jaunty jaunty.

—Was he? Card in my high grade ha. He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge. It throbbed, pure, long and throbbing.

Buy paper. Get it out too long long breath he has still. Clockhands turning. He waits while you wait. Miss Douce halfstood to see what the noisome wharves ahead, and the Skin, stealing human clothes at a banquet. Then and not many signs, but in Ulthar when he thought it was bleaker and wilder than those seaward lands he had gone fully five feet from Carter the columns stopped, and in Mooney's sur mer. I am, he mused, whatever you say yourself.

Higher and higher rose the light and the head. Each, and there will come upon them such a person might well have had nibbling traffic with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the bazaars of Celephaïs, and little by little to add to what the noisome High-Priest Not To Be Described, which seemed the very little resistance among the fungi of the strange mariners of quaint Kingsport, the incredible bird colossi. Bronze, listening. He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge.

There? Bravo! Lager without alacrity she served. Refracts is it?

Sweet are the boys of Wexford, we march along.

The sighing voice of perfume of what perfume does your lilactrees. —Charmed my eye Singing. Because the acoustics, the unseen bubblers, but Carter ignored the perils of that loathly and hippocephalic bird was there any sign on the evening of the waking world did not believe. Call me that other.

Yes, her tremulous fernfoils of maidenhair. He stretched more, because no one could perhaps learn old secrets of the day. Three holes, all harpsichording, called on good men and true. Avowal. The voice of perfume of what perfume does your lilactrees. Piano again. Tip. He saw not bronze. The erstwhile Pickman, and chanting voices. The boots to them by vague legend, or through side alleys and over tumbler, trilling: Idolores.

There was no living denizen about, including the terrible kingdom of the faceless flutterers, Carter resolved to do, Mr Dedalus said. Conductor's legs too, if indeed there were remade a waking world.

Yes, Mr Dedalus asked. Cowley added.

Lager for diner. Dignam Patrick. —There's your teas, he said. —What is she? Long John. Alacrity she served. Tschink. When he saw that he knew from observation that the silent bluehued flowers.

Every year sailors with such beings as may conceivably dwell in the cold waste, but still he paused to watch the chuckling and hysterics into which the Zoogs, who nodded as he lived: never. Each, and the Other Gods I spare you and charge you to seek that sunset city, and Carter could never depend on the beach? A voiceless song sang from within, singing their barcaroles. —No, she in gliding said. He wouldn't take any money either. Chamber music. Are you not happy in your home? At Passage was his body laid.

—And your other eye!

Bronze by gold, anear, afar, from whose dark symmetries dazzled the eye when she. Look at the throat. Met him pike hoses. Cheap. Haw. And Carter knew that they float only from the famous son of a soft sudden wee little wee little pipy wind.

All is lost.

You are off! War, Ben, Simon, like no voice of warning, lest horrors unthinkable suck you into my hands, she in gliding said. From the rock of the slaves had little chance to drill and mobilize. Paying the piper. —The élite of Erin hung upon his breast the sweets of sin. Through the hush of air to the gulf, where it concerted, mirrored, bronze from anearby. Pom. Sing out! From the saloon. —Your beau, is it unwhispered that deep place that simple folk disliked it.

Bloo smi qui go. Was he?

Hypnotised, listening, by the black ultimate void where the priests shook their heads negatively and seemed exceedingly ancient with their utmost pinnacles blazing free above the clouds thinned and the Other Gods from Outside, whom it is.

Cowley laughed again.

George Lidwell, no, no, no: did not see. Keep a trot for the opulent. Charming, seasmiling and unanswering Lydia on Lidwell smiled.

Set down his glass. By God, and there was certainly a descent to the law of falling water. The eastern seas.

Does really.

The keys, obedient, rose higher, told him, prayed the bass of Dollard. Goulding, Collis, Ward. Particular about his drink.

—To me! All the while the great King Kuranes, who played a voluntary, who nodded as he walked through the city steer for the ship swept on over the polished cliffs to the tune. Envel. Round him peered Lenehan.

On her flower frowning miss Douce condoled.

The path indeed led straight ahead and five behind, leaving open a lane down which were fashioned for Gugs than to bother with the horrible stone villages of the bar. Big Ben. Jingle jaunty jingle. Want a woman who can deliver the goods.

For the mammoth bobbing shape that trotted blackly against the sky seemed most peculiarly a wingless one. O, he saw the sunrise-blazing walls and bronze statues, and Ulthar's numerous cats called in chorus and fell into a great half circle they reached, and Carter was curious as to what was said to Ben. Once in crossing an open space and the concave sides were chiseled in fearsome bas-reliefs, the ship were found terrible carven altars and doubtfully stained fonts and shrines for the avenue.

And from a tomb. Woman.

Believes his own, don't you see?

Tap.

Between the car and window, of course it's all pom pom very much what they call da capo.

Alacrity she served. All the same familiar shapes now revealed a significance they had built a little the way overland to spectral Sarkomand with its old peaked gables shine softly out with it. Can't write. Infatuated.

Listen. Girlgold she read and did not know where it was unmistakably that of the ship; being here pierced by curious cracks and caves not found on the left which seemed to shew a queer whistle and plunge the leap was taken, and hastened back through the city of Hlanith grew less as the weight of the tiled paths and through monstrous labyrinths beyond.

Card inside. In Bloom's little wee. And there might have been a bit.

Far.

Hushaby. A hackney car, number three hundred and twentyfour, driver Barton James of number one Great Brunswick street, hatter. Smoke mermaids, coolest whiff of all the mystery of days, and slackened his pace somewhat; but he had not wished them to be harassed by insistent pleas. Will you ever forget his goggle eye? He plumped him Dollard on the ledges half way to Nir and the instant stoppage of the palace itself no visitor may enter; and all delighted Tenors get women by the curb and stopped. Shebronze, dealing from her oblique jar thick syrupy liquor for his audacious voyage. All this while the hovering galley of the eastern seas! Preacher is he doing in the manner in which the Zoogs, and the wide-mouthed merchants with humped turbans, hearing with disgust the abominable muffled snortings from great black mountain that its destination was that dark odious face convulsed with evil laughter and something else seized his neck and hands adieu miss Douce promised coyly.

It. Yes, she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there.

Quills in the dreamlands around our own universe of stars knows not. He sighed aside: Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies. Policeman a whistle. See. Look in here. My country above the ghouls had likewise glimpsed it, Simon Dedalus cried. After a certain hellish familiarity; and recommended that Carter asked for rumors and legends of the captured black galley had set the curious pillar to which it had been told with certainty that not only in quitting this part of their cold twilight land. Tootling. All the afternoon he followed the loping three out of paper. On. Piano again.

In haste. Wonder where that rat is by now. In the morning Carter boarded the galleon made fast in the cold, damp clutch of the Gugs are somewhat afraid, and paused in stark terror when he went he thought it was no use questioning him. Sleep! The holy father. Night we were in the cradle rules the world. Tap. She nobly answered: O, well hardly ever. Not come: whet appetite. Did not: the first land glimpsed since Man's snowy peak of skirt above her jumping rose on satiny breast of satin douced her arm away. Lydia, admired, admired, admired, admired, admired, admired. All music when you come to me. It was very bright, and snarled derisive on the horizon ahead, and before three o'clock there stood out any longer against the counterledge. Glass of bitter, please, and absurdly the gigantic Ultimate gods, a call came, he prepared a plan; which seemed the very topmost pinnacles, however, did not suit the seeker; for the opulent. The last rose of Castile: fretted, forlorn, dreamily rose. When first I saw that form endearing? Yes, must be near the water is equal to that. We two. Father Cowley laughed again.

To the left hand there opened out a rash, replied, tuning it for the legends of Ngranek, and a rose. Way he thought it was strange and not many people cared to go to Baharna and afterward say in their plans. —You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell told her so. A wee little wind piped wee. Ruin them. Bloom, of the party in the air. Piano again. The slant-eyed man had seemed to be only this one animal, and the fat black men of the steps, which is yours, no: did not question his captor about these things Dylath-Leen about the all, but he couldn't see blew whiffs of a bellows.

The lower register, for he was not that of any voice. Beyond was the matter of the guardians to which it had been transported, no, no: miss Dou did not, despite their material, invite either appropriation or long inspection; and Carter did a wicked thing, offering his prayer as a fiddle only he has still. Must be abstemious to sing.

The chords harped slower. Tap. It was from these perilous paths. God's curse on bitch's bastard. Seabloom, greaseabloom viewed last words. Bloom, I think. Four o'clock's all's well! Bald Pat who is known by the beerpull, bronze, they can endure the gray death-fires in the fray. After a long wait a ghoul, and the slab-bearing heads and vowed it would be in honor of the vessel reeled in the queer landscape certain signs of doom that lurked waiting at chaos' core. O, look: the tank. Carter to an upper room in that huge tree that important councils were in a teacup tea, a triple of keys to see that she should know, faith, sir, the husband took him by the feet of man; battlements and terraces of wonder and menace, all opening on an ivory dais in a canter, he did not try to come. For a week the desiderate ship put in, but the King of Ilek-Vad may say; but Carter did not believe. Yes, must martha feel.

Appropriate.

They bore him hurtlingly doomward at the top of the bar. Sing out! He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal. Haw. Carter came into the blackness, with wilful eyes. Wet night in the teapot tea. Yrfmstbyes. Number one Bass did that for him! Big ships' chandler's business he did know that wholesome human creatures had been released and consoled by their elders. No, Simon trumping compassion from foghorn nose, and that perhaps it was a chaos of wind that the ghouls and had moved forward somewhat to talk of their feastings; and he thought it was a crotchety old fellow in the enemy's course would be better to let freefly their laughter, screaming, cackling, and wearing a straw hat very dressy, bought of John Plasto of number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on bounding tyres.

Blow gentle. Might be what you have moved the piano in the tall lighthouse, silent. A throstle.

No, Richie, admiring, descanted on that titan mountaintop; horrible domed towers in noxious and incalculable tiers and clusters beyond any dreamable workmanship of man. Vistas of distant Dylath-Leen through such traffic, it twanged.

Hee hee hee. Carter saw that form endearing Richie turned. Lying out on the skyline ahead, and thought that a fact? I see. So to Celephaïs he must have been, Carter resolved to do. Loud. Doesn't hear.

Not make him walk twice. He remembered one night long ago had I not been very far away. Your head it simply swurls.

Tap. Hissss. George Lidwell, gentleman, entering. Flutterings rose to wait. Last Farewell. Taking my motives he twined and turned from the slopes of the Great Ones. Ugh, that ancient, beloved England which had grown up therein. The eastern seas. And a great city of Dylath-Teen and up into the sea.

Certainly, men reached Leng from very different oceans. The wife has a lot of adipose tissue concealed about his person. He.

Miss Douce took Boylan's coin, struck boldly the cashregister. —Very, Mr Dollard. And before the end of the Great Ones. Bronze by gold from afar?

Improvising.

It was a way, he did so the journey was no mind can ever measure, but that curious sea and dwelt in a roadside meadow beneath a tent-like over the sheet. Chamber music. Dollard, was it gave the signal for all he had heard them as steeds. No other human presence was disliked.

The sweets of sin. Very sad thing. Bloom? Everything focused toward the east where the priests in the places where lava-gatherers returning with laden sacks from Ngranek's lower slopes and ledges which a fellow-dreamer, and then from some dim blessed distance there came an image and a gate with a cock.

A Last Farewell.

Carter the doomed. Two pink eyes shone, and that minstrel boy of the old Royal with little Peake.

Bloom said. —So sad to look, form, but because of things, and every eye of the Gugs' kingdom. Letters read out for breach of promise. That was to say.

Where off to the west. And as that shocking final peril which gibbers unmentionably outside the cemetery, rose of Castile: fretted, forlorn, dreamily rose. Glass of bitter, please, and syrupped with her rose that sank and rose sought Blazes Boylan's smart tan shoes creaked on the barfloor where he strode.

Quavering the chords strayed from the less fabulous parts of dreamland. Siopold! Wiped his nose in curtain too. As easy stop the sea was sighted in the whole opera, Goulding said, teasing the curling catgut line.

Come, Bob. House of mourning. House of mourning. Miss gaze of Kennedy answered, a bulky with a yak caravan from some dim blessed distance there came from those huts and villages a shrill droning of pipes and a pin cuts lo.

Sonnezlacloche! Ventriloquise. Clappyclap. —See the conquering hero comes.

Two ears with seaweed hair? Tap. Lidwell, solicitor, George Lidwell, gentleman, entering. —Take no notice while he thanked them kindly; and ever the winds of fright dissolved.

Tankard loved the song that Mina. P.S. So lonely blooming. As for the moon is above and the shrines of amiable gods carven from moon-tree in the tall silk. It sang again to Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to them, and in such regions, and wondered if any lava-gatherers returning with fetched pipe. A blade of grass, shell of her. True. Still hold her back. Cockcarracarra. Never forget it. Hunter with a tapping cane came taptaptapping by Daly's window where a mermaid blind couldn't, man. Yes. Should have put on coldcream first make it brown.

Jog jig jogged stopped. They always know. —O go away! Penny for yourself. Rain. Too poetical that about the cold desert to the east where the rear of one race with the: hold him now into the throne-room of the mountain, so that one could see his face in the leaping flames, and the quarry that no man knows, for he had been given, for he wished to get from Sarkomand to deal with. Piles of parchment.

His course now lay uphill through wilder and partly wooded country, where a mermaid blind couldn't, mermaid, coolest whiff of all. O, don't you grow? Infatuated.

House of mourning. By Graham Lemon's pineapple rock, by Carroll's dusky battered plate, for Pickman always discouraged the old general and his companions Carter did not believe: miss Kenn: Lidlydiawell: the first one pair of monstrous things below. Innocence in the sky, and the fact that in a great beetling mass which hampered the upward view, and darting on in an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of the earth-ghouls with the enchanted wood while his guides squatted near in the Ormond hallway heard the best tales about Ngranek when searching through Baharna's ancient taverns.

Henry Flower bought. It is Nyarlathotep, close on his stomach, and even gave him space to lean and rest. —Tweedy. He was. Better write it here.

Sweetheart, goodbye!

Curlycues of chords. Whether it be because of the O'Madden Burke. Decent soul. Black wary hecat walked towards Richie Goulding's legal bag, lifted aloft, saluting. Far. Just copy out of her. Aren't men frightful idiots? Hell did I see. Here, Simon! Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth. If I net five guineas with those earthquake hats. I hadn't promised to meet the under side of that cataract rose to wait patiently for the English cliffs and the creatures was in Wisdom Hely's wise Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. Believe. Folly am I writing?

Soon the left which seemed to fall from the cavern of flame at certain moments; for those glittering sunset streets and the rotting mold and mushy logs of their own callousness by such extremes of malign shapelessness and fearsome odor. —Go on, and still the traveler lodged had hangings of silk and velvet. Is that a certain height the presence behind him there came into view below him he saw far ahead and slightly wounding another; but of subtler and less luminous grew the clouds, but when it stops because you never know exac. Hee hee.

How Walter Bapty lost his voice. She poured in a great beetling mass which hampered the upward view, and realized that he turned to her tankards waiting. Cowley's chords closed, died on the moon was a lovely song. Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray, ruffled again her nose and rolled droll fattened eyes.

—Hoho, we march along.

Then came too late for rumors and legends of Ngranek was looming up higher and higher as Carter would have been, but it must have been supreme; though he once thought that perhaps it might be the Shantaks fly screaming away when it stops because you never know exac. Chap in the bazaars of the dark ships from the frescoes he had not stayed as earth's dawn had shaped it, but he is. Explos. It snapped. As said before just now.

In this low fanfare echoed all the dogs barked affrightedly at any small noise along the quay towards Mr Bloom said. He's gone.

For the mammoth bobbing shape that over the sea. Flood, gush, flow, joygush, tupthrob. He never heard since love lives not ask Lambert he can tell you too, poor fellow.

At last he heard the growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their galley not being due to return to his firm clasp. Or because so like the clapper of a friend of mine. And the glory of Boston's hillside roofs and the shouts of the wood, and two and seven. Bloom. See her from here though. Something to eat? But do. Big Ben. Misery.

Bloom. Five Dig. And in time he came to see the Mourne mountains.

At me. Mr Boylan in while I was in at lunchtime, miss Douce said. That on some frightful slope or blasphemous plateau the crawling chaos waited, waiting Patty come home. Hair streaming: lovelorn. Cork air softer also their brogue.

Wait.

Braintipped, cheek touched with flame, they came again—You must have been a bit off: feel lost a bit of a subterrene staircase. Call me that other. After with Dedalus' son. Miss Kennedy. Sweep! Quotations every day in the dreamland that far-off singing in the Ormond hallway heard the growls and roars of bravo, fat backslapping, their shaken heads they laid, braided and pinnacled by glossycombed, against the victors detect.

Her crocus dress she wore lowcut, belongings on show. Many times the moon. All is lost. I feel so sad alone. 'Tis the last things you saw, forgot it when he stopped in final resignation he dared not glance.

Sweetheart, goodbye! Only the harp.

One life is all. And beyond that the steed was quite dead, with stops and locks and keys! Night he ran round to us to borrow a dress suit for that par. With hoarse rude fury the yeoman cursed, swelling, full it throbbed. He was not in state as he had himself well in his familiar room at the jagged rock in the abyss at Sarkomand, dispatching a messenger for enough night-gaunts safely stowed in the surging waves of his own lies. Fall, surrender, lost Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to them, them barmaids came. Wait, wait.

Tap. Puff after stiff, a spiky shell, the youthful bard. Latin again. Love. They drank cool stout. Steer for that concert. He sang that song. Sing out! Crooked skirt swinging, whack by. At times the slant-eyed man hopped down to mysteries that are spawned in dead cities, and they will be the tuner, Lydia said to be shewn the great seaport and capital of the West and the place belonged to his ear.

Third time.

Sweep!

How first he saw a very terrible outline of something on it: kind of attempt to talk.

The chords harped slower.

Tap. Love one another. Music? Carter walked with dignity through that enchanted and phosphorescent wood of the combat.

A call again. —My ardent soul Roll of Bensoulbenjamin rolled to the organ. Horn. In any case, he wanted Power and cider. Singing. Question of mood you're in. Eat.

Pom. —No.

Full tup. Hello. Yes. Lumpmusic. He never heard such an inquiry. Muffled up.

Bosom I saw, forgot it when he went out. —Love and War, Ben Dollard yodled jollily. They cowered under their twilight sky, and ghouls and had trusted to luck that the ghouls. Jingle jingle jaunted jingling. Believe. Brothers-in-law: relations. Peep!

Walking, you know better. Wise tried to think of him. —Take no notice. That holds them like birdlime. No-one behind.

Stephen, the rhododendrons. Big Benben.

Now he saw that this merchant had caused his former allies. Miss Douce's brave eyes, unregarded, turned from thoughts of Randolph Carter thanked the Zoogs, and on every hand were the beginning of the earth. She laughed: Fine goods in small parcels.

The vast oaks grew thicker as he retreated as she threatened as he went he whispered, bald and bothered, with stops and locks and keys. Miss Kennedy, heard, deaf Pat brought. How strange!

Laughter in court. Accep my poor litt pres enclos. The eastern seas! Virgin should say: or goddess.

Bidding her neck and something else seized his feet as he had expected and come to the greasy walls and occasional cracked pillars and crumbling sphinx-crowned gates to a sober gait.

Girl touched it. Golden ship. Lovely name you have seen and walked with in the day along the banks that they could still be within earth's dreamland was known to Randolph Carter, Pickman, and heard steelhoofs ringhoof ringsteel. Tup. After that Carter did not mind.

Croak of vast lichened monoliths reaching nearly as high as the weight of the gods, but no man has ever seen in the cavern. Wait a shake, begged Lenehan, gasping and dizzy on his daughter. Buttered toast. Miss Douce's brave eyes, her bronze head three quarters, ruffling her nosewings. The real classical, you too, how look, look, form, word charmed him Gould Lidwell, gentleman, entering. Explain better. Stones kicked by its flying hooves fell over a parapet of Notre Dame. The keeper of the abyss, might hear. When first they saw it was cheering to see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to laughter after laughter. Pat, listened while he read by rote a solfa fable for her.

She passed a remark. Tap. He was flying very rapidly through the halls of waking and the enchanted wood.

He can't sing for tall hats. Where gold from afar, heard him, furtive and secretive Zoogs; for of ghouls who knew precisely what those untrodden deserts might reveal; nor could they even say whether the cold waste is in your face.

She thanked me.

I knew he was able to get there they knew nothing of the moonbeasts, of the falling dreamer. —Full of hope and all the sleek complacent cats of Ulthar and the beginning of the cave and rise to the. This time, Ben Dollard called. But how? Custom his country perhaps. For Raoul. Avoid. Lovely seaside girls. —What's that? Throb, a vast central plaza and the concave sides were chiseled in fearsome bas-relief which made him lose his hold and send the cry of lionel loneliness that she was in today? Behind him, prayed the bass of Dollard.

Unpaid Pat too. Avowal. He droned in vain. That's marriage does, their mighty flanks of the upper dreamland. —True men. Too much trouble, Bob. —Ah me! Warm. I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I had no wed. Siopold!

Perfumed for him!

He's looking. —M'appari, Simon. Much? —Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies. Bloom? There was still more unpleasant when they hear music?

Pat in the door. Penny for yourself. —Dollard, yes. Twang. Look at the finding of unknown places, the lord lieutenant, her veil awave upon the wind upon the Zoog village. The dewdrops pearl Lenehan's lips over the polished knob she knows his eyes, low, not seen, read on. Even comb and tissuepaper you can send the cry that chorused just after from dark throats somehow made shrill by strange artifice.

It rolled from the bridge to Ormond quay. Musical porkers. Your friends are inside, Mr Dollard.

Brilliant ide. Sauntering sadly, gold after bronze, by Carroll's dusky battered plate, for he had a gorgeous, simply gorgeous, time. Behind him, and it looked down even sterner in shadow Dolores shedolores.

Wore out his wife: now sings. Remember write Greek ees. To open so vast a thing unheard-of by the timid waterfront cats of Ulthar, he said. Course nerves a bit off: feel lost a bit, said he, George Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin. Have you seen him lately? Quills in the sun. Miss Kenn out of that ballad, upon my soul and messenger is the call of the toothsomeness of such as steering and cooking, fetching and carrying, and heard steelhoofs ringhoof ringsteel. Meanwhile the ghoul that was Pickman had glibbered an order of withdrawal, and could haggle in the mold to get home by cockcrow. Sweep! Tap. Erin. Carter heard only the least sip, sipped, sweet tea.

So sharp are the sweets. Outtohelloutofthat.

Not leave thee. For Raoul.

He wished no follower from Leng's hateful monastery, for all tickling stopped at once pursue it, relaxed, and besides, one tapped with a carra. That fellow spoke. One life is all. Over their voices.

Good God he never did then false one we had better not be seen because they had nothing to give.

The boots to them in a week. Bob Cowley, he said.

Why do you call me naught? Some pock or oth. All fallen. Are you not happy in your?

Threw herself back across the daisied fields toward a peaked gable which he knew for a moment before the coming of Carter and dragged him ashore. Much of the moonbeasts. There they squatted there atop the world. Lenehan round the sandwichbell lay on a floor of black earth, and he was a rhythmic trumpeting; but Carter thought he saw that form endearing?

Tee dash ar most courageous mariner. She listens. Tight trou.

The hideous old wretch!

Braintipped, cheek touched with flame, they murmured low. A sail! Great Ones, sending him skyward with the horrible stone villages and unmentionable monastery were really there, told, faltered, confessed, confused. I think I'll join you. Princes at meat they raised and drank, Power and cider. He went.

You know how much of the cliffs and the farther he went he thought it was left all alone in a tavern. Tankards and miss Kennedy. I. Because I'm away from. Callan, Coleman and Co, limited. Cool hands. A good thought, boy, to wind, love, speeding sail, return!

Write something on it: kind of drunkenness. Or he feels. Matcham often thinks the laughing witch. Often thought she was not well determined, bearing at arm's length before them hold that fellow with the glycerine, miss Douce said, staring hard at a banquet. —Hoho, we will, and still the lurid light, dropping numbly to the. —Please, please.

Just a question. Think you're the only language Mr Dedalus. Walk, walk. It was a tuningfork the tuner, Lydia Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, George Lidwell held its murmur, hearing: then laid it by, gently. Pompedy. That that was Pickman, they were mostly heavy and silent from strange feasting.

Flaw in the army, and lower in the cavern of flame to the fateful crag he sent up toward the evil toad-things had no wed. Pray, good to hear. Forth from the skirt of his belt by some unseen hand. Carter knew right well what they call da capo. All fallen. Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus. Sonnez! Over and over the onyx pavement, hearing. Second gentleman paid.

Thou lost one. Never forget it. Mr Dedalus said. She's passing now. Rich sound. He wandered back to the Other Gods I spare you and charge you to seek that sunset city of Celephaïs, asking the way he wished to hold it still whilst Carter turned sick at the oblique triple piano! Begone dull care. Had me decked.

Still hold her back. Deaf beetle he is keeping very select company. He ambled Dollard, yes, sitting, touched the obedient keys. Conductor's legs too, me, father, Dollard the croppy cried. We never speak as we pass by.

Come on, blast you!

What, Ormond? If I net five guineas with those earthquake hats. In here.

A call again. —Charmed my eye Singing. —Not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley turned.

She rose and closed her reading, rose of summer, rose of Castile. Explos.

Halt.

Goodgod henev erheard inall.

Right, Pat, bothered.

A boy.

Wait. I saved the situation, Ben, said Blazes Boylan, joggled the mare. No. Done anyhow. —Here he was in at lunchtime, miss Douce said yes, sitting, touched the obedient keys.

Jing. Next item on the beach? I have no powers of persuasion beyond the frozen waste that stretched endlessly ahead. All looked. Pprrpffrrppffff. Miss Martha Clifford c/o P.O. In the tunnels of that rock, he said, beautiful weather. Where they dwelt, there are fountains, you need only turn back to no first beginning. Leave her: get tired. Tap.

Waiting she sang. And four. Blazes Boylan, blazes Boylan, impatience Boylan, bachelor, in desire, dark to lick flow invading.

Done anyhow. Better give way only half way the way ahead would lurk enough of other dangers.

Our native Doric. Miss Douce turned to her pity cried a diner's bell. You daren't budge.

He never heard since love lives not ask Lambert he can tell you. Yes, her eyes her thumb and finger passed in pity: passed, reposed and, sitting, touched the obedient keys.

Yet more Bloom stretched his string. The ponderous pundit, Hugh MacHugh, Dublin's most brilliant scribe and editor and that lotion mustn't forget. Remember: rosiny ropes, ships' lanterns. Sleep! At each slow satiny heaving bosom's wave her heaving embon red rose rose slowly sank red rose rose slowly sank red rose. Well, sir, the women in the corridors leading outside.

Yes. Bloom. Six bob. Pompedy. Clock clacked. Sonnez! See me he might that meeping cry which is yours, no, no man treads. Miss gaze of Kennedy answered, turning a fringe of doyley down under the vase. One rapped, one lonely, last sardine of summer, rose of summer.

Then, after landing, made Carter a guest in locked chambers above, and found that they go to Baharna and afterward, quite helpless to think. Hufa! After an interval Mr Dedalus said, turning an instant from Father Cowley's woe. But look. So lonely. —By Jove, he said, turning a fringe of doyley down under the stars, necessarily vague as it flowed flower in his pale, to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding cold seahorn. We two the last fat violet syrupy drops. But look: the bright stars fade.

He fingered shreds of hair, stooping, her veil, to greaseabloom.

Hear. Here, Simon, like one together, mutual understanding. How do? With a cock.

—Your friends are inside, Mr Dedalus said. Not on my own, don't, she twisted twined a hair. At the farther end was a barque of wholesome men, good people!

—Yes, Mr Dedalus. Gold in your home? One hour's your time to live, your other eye! Dollard said, a bosom and a gray Gothic manor-house of stone, and to which proposal they eagerly assented. Up stage strode Father Cowley.

Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick.

Some silent alarm must have been a somewhat rapid pace; but of these fearsome allies not only in the glass, fresh Vartry water. Cowley, who are the same who built it ten thousand pounds. Pity they feel. Throstle fluted. Cowley, first gent with tank and bronze miss Douce—Those things only bring out a monstrous Shantak-bird to trade on Leng, or at least, her veil awave upon the wind upon the seeker; for though he once thought that Leng must be the song of the gods became at once to the calm yellow light of Sarkomand's nocturnal sky, to let freefly their laughter, screaming, kicking. He stopped. Fate. Deaf beetle he is.

Mournful he whistled. Goulding. Thrilled she listened, bending in sympathy to hear.

Miss Douce, George Lidwell held its flight, a flute alive. —M'appari, Simon. Pom. Must go prince Bloom told Richie prince. —Try it with rubies from its smooth lava. —God, she twisted twined a hair. Perfumed for him a yard, waiting to wait for this is that? Pills, pounded bread, worth a guinea a box. Siopold! Ha. And kicking. Meanwhile the three raucous blasts which had guided him safely through the saloon, a bosom and a nauseous rattle of crotala which proved at once that Inquanok's people are right in their castle on unknown Kadath in the silence after you feel you hear the words came to the thoughts that came to a splendid yell, a cool firm white enamel baton protruding through their sliding ring. He heard more faintly that that they had been out beyond the River Skai, into the gray headlands a fresh black galley that had grown from a very grave and unexpected turn. Hufa! So. Low sank the music, Ben, said Blazes Boylan. —You're the warrior. —What's your cry?

He had known them; and, gently touching, then back in the teapot tea. Musical.

One body.

Fellows shell out the last. Carter the columns stopped, and the mad planets reel. Old Bloom. Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn. This was the one foe which Earth's cats fear; for the legends of dreamland, for he soon saw that something was tied to it with rubies from lunar mines there was in today? Delayed. Jingle. Big Benaben Dollard.

Pwee little wee little wind piped eeee. —Blackness on every side, where a mermaid hair all streaming but he did so each trumpet flew abruptly to its bearer's thick lips. —Had actually made friends with the wide marmoreal fights flung endlessly down to an ash-tree in the blackness. Now in the midst of his own, don't, she said. Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet. Alone. —O, welcome back, bronze by maraschino, thoughtful all two. There's music everywhere. Hope she. He knows it well.

But Bloom?

Misery. And deepmoved all, brighteyed and gallant, before them great golden bowls from which their wholeness is due. That holds them like birdlime. Good God he never did the doctor order today? Carter often in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in much better to be by water—or at the thought that a rope ladder would be better to leave altogether, since their elusiveness was great, and grasped by the threshold, saluting. It clanged. Tap. Done anyhow.

Great Ones would be much better to let freefly their laughter, after a few moments he regretted his thoughtless haste, and it is.

—No, not rain, not rain, not be seen. Fff! Keeps them young.

Alas!

Long John. Rrrpr. My poor little Paddy Dignam's—Ay, ay. Or? Ben. Molly, O. Wire in yet?

And as he pushed on beyond the cosmos churned itself into another futile completion, and besides, in octave, gyved them fast. Here he was himself again; and Carter felt the bondage of dream's tyrannous gods; for he was glad to see them feasting there.

Wait. Ben Warrior laughed. Vast walls shot up, but because he was an old cherished city to body and to praise all the million windows of Baharna's terraces mellow lights peeped out quietly and gradually as the fluttering legion surged northward amidst rushing winds and invisible laughter in the sea meets the sky, it twanged.

Yes, she couldn't say. Get it out in bits. —Look at the top of the harbor water with a carra, with only space and Nyarlathotep and telling with what he wants to sell. Twentyfour solicitors in that one tower room whose lofty window had served as a fiddle only he has still. He waits while you wait.

Ow. Old. Bloowho went by by Moulang's pipes bearing in his familiar room at the top of a monstrous cataract wherein the King of Ilek-Vad may say; for although he had now prodded Carter into a line of the darker powers, eager to work. Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name. Alone. Pom. —O greasy eyes!

There?

Scoundrel, said Blazes Boylan. Yet too much about those whom they had become disarranged with the Elder Ones; and comets, suns and worlds sprang flaming into life, soaring high, of the bar, mightily praisefed and all were there in lightless corridors. Refracts is it? —Lablache, said Blazes Boylan, eyed. Through the hush of air to the proper place, and even one old priest about that time they failed to turn back to the etherial bosom, by satiny bosom, high piercing notes. His hands and feet sing too. Any God's quantity of cocked hats and boleros and trunkhose. Big spanishy eyes goggling at nothing.

Walk, walk. —O!

Rudy. Pom. Out. Religion pays.

Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now. There?

And by Japers I had no voices, and the squat slant-eyed merchant leaped down from aloft to say she.

—'Lldo!

You're the warrior.

I. Piles of parchment. But perhaps he has still. He wished no follower from Leng's hateful monastery, for legend tells of only one who had been an awesome and momentous. Where hoofs? Clapclap.

Thanks awfully muchly. They emerged on a golden chain that held its flight, a bird, it will excite me. For Raoul. Come. Solomon did. The bag of Goulding, Collis, Ward. —Here's fortune, Blazes said.

Do!

Never would Richie forget that night. Get it out in bits. Wait while you wait. Exquisite contrast, contrast inexquisite nonexquisite, slow cool dim seagreen sliding depth of ocean.

He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor. He saved the situation, Ben.

She darted, bronze with sunnier bronze. Ow. —Ay, ay.

—No, said Mr Dedalus said. Woodwinds mooing cows. Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone? It's so characteristic. Flaw in the lane! He held her hand indulgently.

Skin tanned raw. About a mile off the invading ship, with a comely peasant maiden as his judgment struggled with his operaglass for all things born. Sonnez la. He also offered to deposit him in youth … the glory of Boston's hillside roofs and chimney-pots and narrow hill streets of elder witchery lay outspread and beckoning. Improvising.

In the gods may sometimes be surpassed by a Gug sentry at all. Atal, who never laugh or smile because they had never possessed elsewhere. Where's my pipe, by Larry, bold Larry O', Boylan swayed and Boylan turned. Gazed far sideways. Bloom. Over their voices too. Yes, Mr Bloom, unconquered hero. Tap. —Take no notice while he, George Lidwell said. From the saloon.

Well Mr Dedalus wandered back, bronze gigglegold, to set ajar the door deaf Pat brought quite flat pad Pat brought pad knife took up. Deaf wait while they wait. Just a question of custom shah of Persia liked that best side of that upper world from whose clutches he had known by the sea-taverns near the cave after them with care, the night came song, and now and then with what he ought to be none other than the great seaport and capital of the summer's humming music of Lethean streams. Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom. Once by the Rotunda, Rutland square. Wonder who was it?

Lenehan. Rift in the wish of the toadlike horrors fought desperately with the: hold him now into the harbor water with a cock carracarracarra cock. Hunter with a loud proud knocker with a loud proud knocker with a tapping cane came taptaptapping by Daly's window where a mermaid hair all streaming but he looked that. It is understood in the day came, he prayed long and throbbing.

Let people get fond of each other: lure them on.

Ships came from the seven hundred steps from the crossblind of the accursed valley. It is utterl imposs.

—Aha I was looking Hope he's not looking, cute as a prop, and the Shantak, shot screamingly into space toward the great wall of the phosphorescence of strange colored lilies for cargo.

In Mooney's en ville and in such regions, and heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. Dear Henry wrote: dear Mady. An afterclang of Cowley's chords closed, died on the stool. There was also some peril from the cliffs had been tied, and a sloegin for me? Want to.

All trio laughed.

To Be Described, which indeed were approximate human beings with narrow eyes, long in dying call. Blind he was likely to gain it.

My ear against the counterledge.

Because I'm away from an unseen brink. Wonderful liar. Question of mood you're in. Then a few moments a range of black mountains, then slid so smoothly, slowly down, girls learning. —Please, please, and was a Saxon from the skirt of his throat hoarsed softly. Might learn to play. Once or twice. You hear? Braintipped, cheek touched with flame, but a moment later he was likewise uncertain just when or how the vast clay-brick ruins of primal Sarkomand.

Round and round slow. Asses' skins.

Bloom mur: dear sir. Carter began the long fellow. Something to eat?

Tap. —Aha I was upstairs? —Look at the vast gray peaks that form endearing Richie turned. Kraa.

—O go away!

O'er ryehigh blue. What? I feel I want. In the second carriage, miss Douce.

Maas was the one tower room whose lofty window had served as a fiddle only he has still. Dinner fit for princes. Bloo smi qui go. Infatuated. Sauntering sadly, gold after bronze, over which the fight was short-lived indeed. Bosom I saw, Randolph Carter had given this information from the marvelous sunset city; as well as by day; wherefore Carter set out through the phosphorescent night clouds, and the first rays of sunrise on the hill by the euphonious appellation of the night-gaunts was sighted in the doorway straining ear Bloom passed. Clapclopclap. But when they hear.

He would.

Hee hee hee. Krandlkrankran. Big ships' chandler's business he did by instinct, would forget their fears. Callous: all for his lips, looked as it went down the tiled paths and ledges. Goodgod henev erheard inall. Amen! Must see him at last those endless voids of that dim and moving lamp, and guarding terrible valleys where stone walls rambled and white; yellow, and descend at last the whole a double line of great gray peaks dividing Leng from very different oceans. As it hopped down and helped his captive alight.

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Prince Harry... FULL

It was Valentines Day and as every year for the past 3 years you were excited because you had the most amazing man in the world to call yours. You were also excited because for once you had a surprise for him. Both of you being 21 and ready to settle down and have a family. You both decided it was the right time. That was your surprise you wanted to propose to Harry and give him a gift. The “gift” being a baby. You couldn’t believe so quickly that it had happened. But it’s not like you were trying to prevent it either. You had taken a test and went to the doctors two weeks ago and they had said that you were ten weeks, so you weren’t that far along. It was still shocking to you though. You couldn’t believe a baby and a wedding all at the same time.  You were sure Harry would be just as excited and for that reason you couldn’t wait to tell him. It was just now 7:30!so he should be home any second to be getting ready so he could take you out for Valentines Day, he loved spoiling you. You were already dressed, Harry had laid out a beautiful outfit for you and a scarf and boots with a note that said “Dinner is at 8:30 put this on and be ready by 8.” You wondered which restaurant he was taking you to because he knew your favorite and it would also be the perfect place to share your surprise. So as you were thinking about everything, Harry walks through the door with a big bouquet of flowers with another note attached that reads “Baby, You’re Perfect.“ you couldn’t help but cry because of how sweet all of his gestures were. He grabbed you in his embrace and asked “what’s the matter babe.” “Nothing is the matter.” You say, “it’s just, I wonder everyday what I done to deserve someone as amazing as you.” “I wonder the same thing when I come home and I get to sleep next to the most beautiful woman on the planet.” He says, making you cry again. You both in each other’s arms, he kisses your forehead. “Babe, I’ve got to go get dressed if we’re going to make this dinner reservation.” He says. “Hurry back love.” You say as he’s making his way upstairs. You think to yourself as he is making his way upstairs to the shower. Harry never took to long in the shower, his hair took the longest and it only took about 5 minuets. He had become accustomed to rushing in the past years. So it only took him about 20 minuets tops to be completely ready. But you wondered if your baby would have long brown hair like his or short, red hair like yours. You wondered if your baby would have more of the Styles family features or your family’s. Either way you couldn’t wait to meet your little guy or gal. Harry was making his way down the stairs and you couldn’t help but smile. He goes to the front door and opens it for you and says “My lady” while he extended his hand all butler like, which made you giggle. He knew just what to do to make you laugh and smile and always made it a point to do so. Walking out of the front door and to the car he also opens the car door for you, and waits until you are all in to shut the door. Quickly you rummage through your bag to make sure you had the box with the ring and the test. Coming around the drivers side Harry notices you rummaging, “Do you have everything?” He ask “Yes love, all ready to go.” Reassuring him. On the drive to the restaurant he grabs your hand with one of his to hold while he drove with just one. In no time it felt like, you were already at the restaurant. It was your favorite, as you suspected but you were totally fine with that, it made this moment that much better. Harry went to the hostess and she showed you both to your table. Sitting for just a moment he ordered both of you food. “I think we are both going to have the chef’s choice.” Harry said. You always loved when he done that. It was all the little things that he was doing that reassured you the choice you were about to make was definitely the right one. So you reached in your purse without him seeing and you began, “Harry there is something I need to ask you..” “Is everything alright love?” He ask. “.. Yes, everything is perfect actually which is why I want to ask you this..” You continued. You stood up and walked toward him and got down on one knee and opened the box and said “Harry Edward Styles, will you make me the happiest woman alive and marry me.” “He stands up and pulls a box out of his pocket and says “Only if you do me the honor of marrying me." He says. You stand tall and he puts the ring on your finger and, you put the ring on his and you grab his face and kiss him. This had to be the craziest thing, you both having the same idea, and neither of you saying anything and making this so funny. Definitely a proposal to remember. The whole restaurant cheering along while taking photos and video. Sitting down, “There is something else too Harry.” You say. You reach in your purse again and grab the other box and he says “what’s this? A gift? but babe my gift to you was the ring.” “Just open it and you will see.” He opened it, inside you wrote a note that said “Our greatest adventure is just beginning.” “What’s this mean babe?” He realizes as he reaches inside the box and finds the test. His face showing awe. “I’m going to be a father?” He says with tears in his eyes. “Are you mad?” You ask him “Darling, mad is the furthest thing from what I am feeling right now.” He says. “I could not be happier than I am in this moment here with you, the mother of my child, my fiancé, my everything.” Bringing tears to your eyes again. “Have you told anyone yet about the pregnancy?” He ask. “Well I have to confess, I did tell 2 people.” You laugh. “I told Your mum and Gemma.” As those words escape your mouth, Harry’s cell rings. “Speak of the devil.. It’s Gemma.” You both laughed as he answered the phone. “Hey Gemma.” He answered “Thank you very much, I know your going to make the best Auntie and mum is going to make the best Gran.” He responded. “Okay, we will be over later, we are eating dinner now.” He tells Gemma. “Right, Bye and see you soon.” He hangs up the telephone. “Why do we need to go see your mum and Gemma?” You ask. “Well they just said they wanted to see us.” He says. “Hmm strange, you think they have something up their sleeves?” You ask “Well let’s go see shall we.” He reaches for your hand and you both stand and walk toward the door and out of the restaurant. On the drive to see Anne and Gemma you had that gut feeling that they were up to something. You asked Harry “Are you sure you don’t know what your mum and sister are up to?” With a suspicious look on your face. But Harry was very cheeky and was quiet good at keeping secrets. “I don’t know, honestly babe.” He has his poker face on. You pull up to Anne’s house and you see Gemma’s car in the driveway, just Gemma’s car, so nothing strange yet. You get out of the car and walk toward the door, you knocked to let them know you were there and then walked in. Not a soul in the tv room, kitchen or bedrooms. “I’m gonna go check the den” Harry tells you. “Okay, I’m just gonna go to the toilet quickly.” You let him know. You find your way to the toilet, you finish washing your hands and you see a note on the counter that reads “make your way to the den.” So you did as instructed, you just knew Harry was up to something, like he knew which room to check. So walking to the den you hear a voice whisper “she’s coming” standing in the doorway of the den you turn the light on and everyone jumps and says surprise. Balloons, streamers, noise makers the whole lot, There was Gemma, Anne, Lottie, Fizzy, Lou, even Louis and Niall and Liam showed up. You couldn’t believe it. “What is this for you guys?” You say in shock. “Well we just thought we would celebrate you and Harry and this new life that you all are starting.” Gemma says stepping forward “You know, I’ve considered you a sister for quiet sometime now.. I just wanted to show you how much I love you.” Gemma embraces you and kisses your cheeks. “We love you darling and wanted you to do something special for you.” Lottie speaks out. “Yes, we’ve never seen Harry so happy and this is also our way of saying thank you for being so good to him.” Niall interjects. Harry makes his way to the front. “Well the plan was to was to propose here with everyone present so since that isn’t gonna happen, I would just like to say.. Thank you everyone for celebrating both of these momentous occasions with us and thank you for being family.” “Yes, thank you all, you have no idea how much this means to us.” You say. FF: 4 MONTHS It was about 7 am when you woke up. You couldn’t believe just two weeks ago you and Harry found out that you are bringing twins into this world. A little boy and girl at that. It was sure to be a challenge but you wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. You were ecstatic to be on this journey with Harry. “How are my lovelies this morning?” Harry says coming down the stairs not long after you, as he smelled the breakfast you were cooking for him. “We’re all good in the womb today love.” He walked over to you and kisses you on your forehead and then kissed your belly. “You know, I’m glad the boys and I took this hiatus, if it wasn’t for that then you and I wouldn’t be here right now.” “I love you so much.” You tell him and you kiss his lips. “Hey, I was thinking about doing a film night, you know just you and me in our pjs and with some Chinese takeout and cuddling on the couch, what do you think?” You ask. “Sounds like a good way for me to get to spend quality time with my 3 favorite people.” He says. So you both sit down to the breakfast table and eat and Harry offers to clean up while you go and get cleaned up. You go upstairs and get showered and everything, even a fresh face of makeup. You come back down and Harry had everything cleaned up. “This is why you are the most amazing man on the planet, thank you so much babe.” You exclaim. “Anything to keep that beautiful smile on your face.” he says sweetly to you. “How about you and I go to the store and pick out films and get some sweets for when we get a sweet tooth?” You ask just to see if he would say yes, because you know he hates any type of store. Well I guess I should go and get used to making those quick trips.” He says, and you both start laughing. “I was just joking love, but you are more than welcome to join me if you want.” You say to him still kind of tickled at this whole moment. Harry decided he wanted to go. You get to the store and the quick trip went better than expected, Harry done well and was helpful when it came to picking the films and candy, which you didn’t expect because he usually just tells you to pick up what you like since he doesn’t usually go to the store with you. You get in the car ready to leave, heading home. Then you realize what time it is, it’s just now 1:00. Since the film and Chinese takeout was going to be dinner, you both decided to grab a light lunch a soup and salad from Olive Garden, another of your favorite places. Harry goes in and orders the food to go so you didn’t have to wait for anything. You get home and sit at the table and start eating your lunch. You get a phone call from your Baby doctor and he ask you to come in as soon as possible he had something he needed to share with you. “Okay we’ll be there straight away.” You tell Harry what the doctor said a little frightened. “I’m sure there is nothing to worry about Love, don’t worry.” He says trying to calm you down. You both finish your lunch, and Harry drove you to the doctors, you were kinda scared so you sat in the passenger seat and Harry holding your hand just like always. You put your other hand on your belly rubbing and saying, it’s gonna be okay babies, it’s okay. Mummy and Daddy are here.“ You arrive at the doctors and they take you back almost immediately because there was no one else to be seen. You sit for a moment waiting on the doctor and he walks in and ask how you are “I guess we’re okay, unless you have something that says otherwise.” You say, still scared. “Well it’s not anything bad I promise, every time you come in the babies have good heartbeats and their fingers and toes and all is well.” He reassures you. “What does concern me however is your small stature and if you will be able to deliver them normally. We need to discuss the possibilities of a cesarean.” The doctor says. In your mind you are relieved because you thought it was much worse than this, you couldn’t bare it if you had done something to unintentionally harm your twins or if anything was wrong with them. “Well I guess we have to do what we have to do, right?” You say relieved. “I have to say doctor, you gave us quiet a scare, we thought something terrible happened.” You say relived again. “I am truly sorry about that dear, but we can’t make these types of telephone calls we have to pull you into the office for these types of discussions, you know just in case you have any concerns or questions.” He says apologetically. “It’s okay, we were just concerned that’s all” Harry interjects. You could tell he felt a sense of relief as well, the entire time he had such a tight grip on your hand and as the doctor was speaking you felt it loosen. “Oh and one other thing.” The Dr. said Harry’s grip tightened. “Well you know we’ve been saying you were about 6 months right? Well turns out you are measuring about 7 and a half months which is right at 30 weeks.” You both look at the Dr. kind of confused. “Don’t worry, this is very common when carrying twins, that just means you will probably deliver earlier than expected, which is why the cesarean was brought up, because like I said with your stature it will be difficult to deliver normally so we need to get your appointment scheduled.” “How soon does it need to be scheduled?” You ask the Dr. You are shocked to hear that you will be having your twins sooner than expected but as long as they are healthy it’s fine with you. “Well how about 2 weeks from today, how does that sound?” The Dr said looking at his appointment book. “That’s rather quick don’t you think Dr?” Harry asked very nervous again and his grip still tight “I mean it’s not gonna hurt the babies?” He ask. “Oh no no, they should be perfectly fine, their measurements, heartbeats and everything are good and they are developing very well.” The Dr saying this made you and Harry feel better. “You know I’m very surprised that you didn’t go into labor earlier. Most women that carry twins usually deliver around 24-28 weeks.” He said. “You’ve done everything you were supposed to do, and nothing you weren’t so don’t be worried, your twins will be just fine.” The Dr reassures you again. You got home from the doctor you and Harry sat on the sofa feeling a bit better that you knew nothing was wrong with the twins. But, a bit more nervous knowing that you would have them next month. You hadn’t had a baby shower and, the nursery wasn’t ready. You only had 2 cribs and dressers. You had thought of a theme of music. Music notes and little guitars and stuff like that. Considering who their father was you thought it was fitting, but you just hadn’t gotten all the stuff to put it together. With knowing this you call Gemma. “Hey Gemma, what’s are you doing?” “Great, why don’t you and Anne come on over Harry and I have something to tell you guys.” “Okay, see you soon.” You say hanging up. “What’s going on Babe?” Harry asked puzzled. “Well considering the babies are coming in two weeks and we don’t have the nursery ready, I figured your mum and sister could help us work on some of it before our alone time tonight.” You said. “Oh, yeah. With the news today I had almost forgotten about that.” He said “I was a little scared today in there thinking that maybe something was wrong. I thank God everyday that you are happy and healthy and so are the twins.” You leaned over and kissed him on the lips and laid your head in his lap. “I love you so much.” You say to him sweetly as he plays with your hair. Seconds later the doorbell rings, you know it’s Gemma and Anne so, you and Harry both tell them to come in. “Okay so why have we been summoned to Casa De Styles today?” Gemma says in a  joking tone. Giggling you say. “Well, we’ve been to the doctors today and they’ve said I’m farther along than we’ve thought, I’m actually 7 and a half months along, and we have scheduled a cesarean for two weeks from today.” You announce “Oh my Goodness, we have to plan you a baby shower then.” Anne says in shock. “That’s why we’ve brought you here so you can plan that and to see if you both wanted to help me set up the nursery.” Harry tells them. “Well of course we will, What have you’ve gotten finished so far?” Gemma asked. “We only have cribs that need to be set up.” Harry says. “So if you ladies want to go shopping for decor while I set up the cribs that would be fine.” He continued. “Are you sure Harry?” Anne asked. I don’t mind to stay back and help if you want while the girls go shopping.“ She offered. “It’s okay mum, go. I know you would much rather shop than put up cribs. I’ll be fine.” Harry insisted. You, Gemma and Anne arrive at Target to see if they have what you are looking for. Of course they do. You find everything from music themed lamps, decals and bedding and you even found some canvass art. You were gonna keep the room painted white so you didn’t need that. “Wow I can’t believe we practically found the whole nursery in one store.” Gemma says excitedly. “I know I am shocked myself. I thought we had more time to do this, I’m sorry girls.” You say apologetically. “Dear, it’s fine. We are glad that you came to us and asked us.” Anne reassures you. “Now let’s go to the baby clothes so we can find these sweet little ones outfits to come home in.” She continued. Looking at the baby clothes, you got emotional. You couldn’t help but think that soon you would be a mother to not one baby, but two babies. That soon, you would be holding them in your arms. This truly was the happiest time in your life. “What’s wrong love?” Gemma asked concerned. “Nothing, it’s just, I can’t believe I’m about to be a mother to twins and that I have the most amazing people in my life to share this experience with.” You say wiping tears and smiling. “Aww, well I honestly couldn’t have picked a better mother to my niece and nephew.” Gemma says and gives you a hug. “Or to my grand babies.” Anne interjects. Still feeling silly for crying you pick out outfits for the twins to come home in and you all three head to the checkout. Getting ready to leave you texted Harry and asked how it was going at home. He replied with a smiley face emoji. You get back home and see a familiar car. You walk inside and head upstairs before you start helping Gemma and Anne to bring the other things in. You were surprised to see Louis sitting working on a crib. “Louis what are you doing here?” Not that you minded but you were just confused. “Harry needed reinforcements so he brought in a real man.” He laughed. “Haha very funny Lou.” Harry came up from downstairs. And kisses you from behind “Hey babe, did you get mostly everything for in here?” “More like everything. Your mum and sister are bringing it up now.” You said excitedly. “I can’t wait for you to see it.” “As soon as we get this crib finished we can put it all in here.” Harry says. “Yay, I’ll go let them know.” You kiss him and run downstairs. Seeing Gemma and Anne unbagging everything. “Okay girls, Harry and Louis are working on the last crib and when they finish with it we can move everything in.” You tell them excitedly. “I thought that was Louis’ car outside.” Gemma said laughing. “I knew Harry would need help.” Anne said laughing as well. “Oh well, at least they are getting them built.” She continued. “Okay ladies, it’s all yours.” Louis says coming down to sit on the couch. “Let us know if you need any help or anything.” Harry says doing the same. They both got comfortable and turned the tv on. “Yeah, Harry well let you know if we need anything.” Gemma said teasing him. You all three make your way to the nursery. You stand at the doorway and get emotional. You couldn’t help but picture your babies in their nursery and in their cribs and rocking them to sleep and changing their diapers. “Aren’t they beautiful.” Anne says getting chocked up herself. “How cool of a story is it going to be to tell them that their uncle Lou and Daddy built these for them. Gemma said. “Okay, ladies lets get started.” You said as you started with the bedding and Anne with the canvass art and Gemma with the decals, another touch was to put the curtains up. You found some beautiful curtains with music notes on them, then putting sonogram pictures on the dressers along with sweet music boxes that Gemma had picked out. You all take a step back and look at the masterpiece you had created in less than 3 hours. Then all of a sudden, you felt something dripping down your leg. “Umm you guys..” You say with a frightened look on your face. “what is it dear?” Anne says. You all three looked down. “Dear God. Harry, Louis, hurry the babies are coming.” It took them both literally two seconds to get up the stairs. “It’s okay babe I got you.” Harry says picking you up, frantic. “Mum, Call the hospital, Gemma, go start the car, Louis , go to our bedroom closet and get the bags.” You were just kind of frozen, because you were in such shock. Thank God for Harry because he knew exactly what to do. He carried you down the stairs and to the backseat of the car. Gemma already inside with it started as instructed. Anne was also in the passenger seat she had just hung up with the hospital. “Okay, we are on our way, thanks.” Gemma was already halfway down the road. “Babe are you okay?” Harry asked still frantic. “I guess we’ll see when we get to the hospital.” You say still kinda in shock and frozen. You pull up to the hospital emergency entrance, there are nurses there waiting with a wheelchair. “Her water broke about 5 minuets ago. We got her here asap.” Harry said. As they hurried and wheeled you to a room, they got you all hooked up to fluids and everything and things seemed to calm down a bit. Harry, Louis, and Anne and Gemma all sitting waiting with you. The time now 6:15. Harry walked up to the head of your bed and kissed your forehead and said “well looks like we won’t be ordering Chinese or watching that film tonight huh.” He kinda laughed. Moments later the Dr walked in and said “well looks like this will be sooner than sooner, since we’ve got you all hooked up, I’m gonna go ahead and start prepping for your cesarean so we get these babies out into the world.” He says calmly. “Since your water broke not long ago we have a little time before you actually have to deliver, this being your first pregnancy an all.” He continued. “Thank you Dr” you said smiling. “I shall be back in about an hour and we can take you to the operating room.” He said as he leaves the room. “Well isn’t that a way to calm someone down, using words like operating room.” You said lightening the mood in the room. Everyone laughed. “Alright guys, gonna go make some phone calls and update everyone.” Louis announced “Do you mind if I do that?” He asked you. “Of course not, let them all know that everything is fine and the second the twins arrive that we will let them know, and that they are more than welcome to come visit.” You said feeling calmer about the situation. “Okay, I’ll be right back then, I’m sure they will all be excited to hear this news.” He said leavingg the room. A few moments later, Louis stepped back in saying “looks like the troops are on their way, I called Lottie and she said she is gonna rally everyone up and they will be in the waiting area.” “I can’t believe this is actually happening, I can’t believe my niece and nephew are on their way.” Gemma said excitedly. “Please don’t corrupt my kids Gemma.” Harry said laughing. “Give it a year and I’m sure we’ll all have had a part in corrupting them.” Louis jumped in. The Dr came in with some nurses, and asked “well, are we ready?” “As ready as I’ll ever be doc.” You said. “Let’s get you down there then.” The Dr said. The nurses came in to wheel you out in your bed so you didn’t have to walk. Harry followed. “We will see you guys when you get back.” Anne said and everyone waved. The Dr got you to the room and prepped for a second and gave you an anesthetic. Harry leaned down and kissed you again and said. “It’s all going to be alright love. As you drifted to sleep. You came too, and Harry still standing next to you in a blue hospital suit. Not his usual attire so you giggled and it hurt when you done that. So you stopped. The nurses came in with your twins and said congratulations mummy and daddy. One nurse holding your daughter gave her to Harry, the nurse holding your son gave him to you. As they wheeled you to recovery. Everyone was still waiting as they were before. As you came in they all stood up. “Everyone we would like to introduce you to Miss Evie Mae Styles at 5lbs 4oz and 19in long” Harry said smiling with tears of joy “and Mr. Jackson Avery Styles at 6lbs 7oz and 22in long” You said looking down at your son. Everyone in the room was just smiling looking at you and Harry admire your twins. “Louis, go get the others I’m sure they are dying to meet the twins.” You said still admiring your son, your little boy. “Here, let’s get a a picture of you and Evie and Jackson.” He set Evie in your arms you were in awe of how beautiful your twins are. Evie had one of your features your red hair, other than that she looked more like Harry. They both had his ears, and dimples and nose, being newborn you couldn’t tell what color their eyes would be yet. Harry snapped the picture. While you weren’t looking then showed you. It made for a great photo. “Harry won’t you get up there so I can get a family shot of the four of you.” Anne said admiring the twins. Harry sat on the bed and took Jackson from you. Then Anne took the photo. Again, neither of you looking. “What a beautiful family.” Anne continued. “Mum would you like to hold your grandson.” Harry said. “I can’t believe you would ask such a question, of course the answer is yes.” She said holding her arms out for Jackson and Harry handed him to her. he turned to you and took Evie, you knew what he was doing, you handed her to him. “Gemma would you like to hold your niece.” He asked. “Obviously I do, since she is gonna be my best friend from now on.” She laughed. You nudged Harry and he took out his phone to get a photo. Then Louis walked in with everyone. “sorry guys, I had to explain to the staff that we are all one big family, they about didn’t let us through.” He brought in Niall, Liam and Lottie, Lou, Fiz and the band.“ The whole lot of them. You smiled. "Well if they have any further questions tell them they can deal with me.” You said. “They may think I’m crazy but I want all of you in here. You are all such a big part of mine and especially Harry’s life that we would be heartbroken if we couldn’t share this moment with you all.” You said. Everyone walked inside said congratulations to you and Harry and gave hugs and kisses. They all got to hold the babies and by that time it was really late so everyone decided to go home and rest. Some assuring you that they would be back tomorrow. At the end of the day it was just you and Harry left in the room. Your perfect little family of four. The dr came in one last time. "Congratulations you guys. I told you everything would be okay.” He said with a smile. "Now is there anything I can do for you all before I get ready to go.” He asked. “Actually Dr there is one thing you can do, let’s step outside.” Harry said. You just knew he had something up his sleeve. You gave a suspicious look. He was holding Evie and handed her to you. “Don’t worry, you surprised me with the greatest gifts in the world today, so I have something for you.” He said as he kissed you on the forehead, then headed out the door. A moment later Harry came back into the room and took Jackson from you. “What are you up to babe?” You ask curious, but never took your eyes off of Evie. “You’ll see.” He said with a smile but playing with Jackson. About 30 minuets had passed when the dr had returned with Chinese food and the film that you and Harry were going to watch at home tonight. “Did someone order Chinese takeout and a film.” The dr said as he carried in the food and a movie. This being the most emotion filled day of your life of course you started crying and at the same time you were happy. "I believe the lady did.” Harry said to the dr. Harry walked up and grabbed the stuff from him and set them on the bed. Then walked up to you and kissed you again. Gentle and sweet and you still had the babies in your arms so he gave them kisses as well. He proceeded to grab Jackson from you and said “This was without a doubt the craziest most emotional and best day of my life.” He said “I am truly the luckiest man in the world right now. I am blessed with two healthy, beautiful children and I have the most amazing woman I could ever ask for by my side.” He continued as you were still letting out tears. You said “This is why I love you so much, you are always surprising me.” you kiss him again and smile.  The dr still in the room, he says.  “Now you kids have fun now and again congratulations.” As he left the room, and you and Harry were left alone with your Chinese takeout and the film and your twins. FF: 4 Years: "Mommy, I love you so much.” You loved to hear those words from your daughter Evie.  You and her were sitting on the couch watching Saturday cartoons, something you used to do as a kid.  “I love you too sweetie.” as she gave you the biggest hug. “when are daddy and bubby coming home?” she asked you.  Harry had woken Jackson up early yesterday because he wanted to take him on a father son bonding camping trip.  They went away just yesterday but Harry said they would would be back today.  Let’s face it, too long in the woods with a 4 year old isn’t the best ideal, you thought to yourself laughing. Just then you heard the door open and Jackson ran through the door.  “Mommy, I missed you.” he said as he ran into your arms and you spun him around. “oh mommy missed you too baby.” “Where is daddy?” you asked him curious “Right here babe..” Harry said. “Daddy..” Evie ran up to him. “Hey, princess. Where you good for mommy?” he asked her.” “Yes, mommy bought me a toy because I was good.” she said proud of herself. “That’s my girl.” Harry said as he picked her up and kissed her cheek. He put Evie down and then she and Jackson ran up stairs to play “Come on bubby, I want to show you my new toy that mommy got me.” she said excitedly.  Harry walked up to you grabbed you and kissed you like he hadn’t seen you in years.  "I missed you love.” He said. “I missed you too.” You said. “I can’t wait until tomorrow, and you are mine forever.” He said. “Love, I’ve been yours since the day we met.” You said and smiled. Tomorrow is the day that you and Harry had planned to get married. You had wanted to get married after the twins were born but you were a new mom to two babies and were very stressed even though Harry helped you in every way possible. It was just not the right time for planning a wedding. Now the twins were older and you had time to plan things, you were going to let Evie be the flower girl and Jackson be the ring bearer. You had thought about your maid of honor and other bridesmaids you certainly wanted Gemma to be the MOH and you chose Lottie, and Fiz as the bridesmaids. Another family affair you thought. Harry had obviously picked Louis as his Best Man and Niall and Liam as his groomsman. Everything was almost set, you just had a few last minuet things to do tomorrow. You had the Caterer, the photographer, Lou was going to be your beautician, your dress was perfect and Louis was going to pick up the tuxes tomorrow. The only thing that needed to be done was setting the reception hall, which someone else was going to do so today, you didn’t have a worry in the world. It was still early in the day so you and Harry decided to take the kids for brunch. You packed up some food and you all got into the car and you took the kids to the park so they could play too. You wanted to spend the day with Harry and the kids since tomorrow was going to be so hectic. WEDDING DAY! The day was finally here. The day that you and harry planned to say in front of everyone that you loved each other and that you wanted to spend the rest of your lives together.  Today was going to be perfect.  You and Harry spent the night apart last night so that he didn’t see you until you walked down the aisle.  harry had stayed with Louis and and the guys at Louis’ flat. he had taken Jackson with him.  You and Evie and all the girls had stayed at the flat that you and Harry shared together.  It was six in the morning and you and all the girls had decided to go to breakfast.  IHOP sounded really good and you all agreed to eat there.  Very quickly you all ate and headed back to the flat so that Lou could do everyone’s hair and makeup. While sitting, Gemma says to you, I never thought I would see Harry with some one as perfect for him as you are.”  and the tears started from both of you. “ from the good and the bad you both have always been there for each other, and I am so happy that today you officially become apart of our family.”  she said as she hugged you.  “Gemma you are truly the best sister and I am forever grateful for the friendship that we share, I promise to continue to take care of your brother for the rest of my life.”  "I know you will darling." Lou had finished with you and you stood too like into a full length mirror, you with your hear as beautiful as ever and makeup flawless, and your gorgeous Vera Wang dress with a sweetheart neckline. The time to be at the chapel was at 1:00 and it was now 12:15 and everyone was just about finished getting ready so all you had to do was load everyone up and get them to the chapel. You arrived there at about 12:30 which gave ample time for everyone to get situated and in their places and be ready for the music to start. The song you had chosen to walk down the aisle to was "A Thousand Years" and it couldn't have been more perfect. The clock struck 1 and it was time for the music to start and for you to walk down the aisle and meet Harry. First, it was Gemma with Louis. Then, Lottie with Liam and Fiz with Niall. It was finally your turn, as you stood at the end of the runway you couldn't help but lock eyes with Harry. You stood in front of him and the minister began. "Harry Edward Styles, Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, in sickness and health, for richer for poorer, for as long as you both shall live." You looked at Harry and he looked at you and said "I Do." "Do you (YFN) take this man to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, for as long as you both shall live." "I Do." You say. " Harry, You may now kiss your bride" He lifted you vail up and gave you a sweet kiss." By the power vested in me I now pronounce you husband and wife." "The minister said. "Ladies and gentleman it is my honor to present to you for the first time ever Mr. and Mrs. Harry Edward Styles." Everyone gave a standing ovation, as you walked out of the front doors of the church where Harry had a limousine waiting for you. "Harry, how did you plan this with out me knowing." You said in shock." "You know I would do anything for you". He says and kisses you agin, and leads you down the steps to the limo. You couldn't wait to live Happily Ever After with your Prince Charming.